Broken Antler Fen Tomorrow we'll switch the beat, to avoid yesterday's dance

Because the dice roll demanded it.

Aduin was ready. Or so he thought. In truth, he expected it to come from the right. When it came from the left, he dashed his jaws over, only barely clipping it with his teeth. He could taste blood, so obviously he had injured the rabbit. But still, that was not enough. Once more, he had failed demonstrating his skills. "Damn it!" he cursed, then realized what he had just said. He rarely said things like that, especially out loud. He turned to face the female that he had tried to aid. "Sorry."