((No... if there's a tree nearby, that's where Erin is... caught by her hair... therefore, she's going to have much shorter hair by the time she charges.
The wolf whined, staring up at his owner. Erin moaned in pain and reached gently for a knife on her belt.
"I'm gonna hate this," she whispered. With a swift movement, she dragged the knife through her hair and dropped to the ground. Standing slowly, she put the knife back where it had been and rubbed her head.
War cries came to her ears and she ran toward them. Drawing her sword, she leapt into the battle. The wolf followed his owner without a noise and leapt at a man who moved to attack Erin.