"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Naethra was murmurring to herself.
This... was really bad. She found herself thinking that a lot these days, but this one seemed particularly terrible. Her body had drastically changed for the second time in as many hours. She hadn't had a chance to rest or channel after the goblins or the dryad, and couldn't muster the energy for any of her stronger spells. She was small now, and her ears felt different, and she... why the hell did feeling mammalian all of a sudden become weird?
Running seemed like a good idea. All of the wolves were larger than her, and that bipedal wolf-woman frankly horrified her, on a level so deep and primal it felt plain wrong. But she couldn't ignore it. She was so much larger, fiercer, and stronger than she was...
Running was a terrible idea. Every wolf could out-pace her, and abandoning the party would be certain doom for everyone involved. There were only a couple spells she could use. They'd have to suffice.
First, Naethra ran. Not very far, though; she wanted someone bigger between her and the wolves. She stopped a couple feet behind Retiaria, hoping that any wolf running toward her would have to get within striking distance of the warrior first. At the very least, she should be able to get off a hit before the wolf swallowed her whole. (Slight exaggeration, but not by much.)
With her position as defensible as it could be, she raised her trembling hand, took a deep breath, and focused on one of the wolves. She... didn't want to focus on the pack master right now. If she was lucky, she might be able to take down one of the wolves in one hit, and that would do more for their odds than inconveniencing the terrifying wolf-thing.
(Casting Eldritch Blast at the wolf with Naethra's best line of sight; 9 (d20) + 2 (proficiency bonus) + 3 (charisma modifier) = 14.
(Reroll for disadvantage: 14 + 2 +3 = 19!)
Damage = 4 (d10) + 3 (agonizing blast) + 1 (sexy-times blessing)= 8 Lightning Damage)