Stone Circle the rage of mountains when they tremble

Valette initiates the hunt after she affirms that she will take to the left: that she will cover his blindspot. He is apprehensive to trust her, naturally, but in the end he bestows it upon her for he’s of little choice in the end. If he wants that deer — and oh! how he wants it! — he has to place his trust in her. Wardruna shoots out from the bramble he’s taken refuge in and takes to the deer’s right flank, narrowly avoiding a kick of a back leg. The hoof shot past his right eye and he has a moment of cold dread as he realizes just a few inches and the damned ungulate might have very well blinded him entirely. His dread morphs to anger and his anger fuels his adrenaline as he pushes himself harder, faster. His bulk slows him down but with a stroke of luck he avoids most of the brunt of a second kick, the hoof just grazing his cheek. He feels the sharp sting as it slices his flesh shallowly but he rams his shoulder into it’s hindquarter as it attempts to veer right, away from Valette. The ungulate bleats and it’s steps falter offering Valette the golden opportunity to end the hunt and take their victory.

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