A scuffle of snow behind her. A sense of motion to the right. Then noise- no! That's the cry of the pack. They've seen her racing for the border.

It's her Force senses, perhaps, that will alert her a split second before there's a thok, like the loosing of a heavy bolt; a flash of blue energy lancing just past her into the snow. Then another, and they're on her tail now but the assassin is fast...

And then it all goes quiet, very suddenly. No more shots. No more growls. Her feet fall on snow alight with the warm glow of torchlight, and if she looks back she'll see the creatures halted in their tracks. Just watching now.