Bramblepoint Must be the way you whisper

suddenly the little beast whirls around to greet him. he could see the hunger in those bloodred eyes... those poor beasts! losing all their food in the famine. they had become starving, desperate, scrawny little things. amusing- that it was, to dasher. and then, the beast shows some common sense, unlike the boy from the other day. he calls for his little friends. but dasher knew if his nose had not decieved him, that this was no pack land.

still, his muscles became tense as he prepared to "dash" at any moment in which little beasts may arrive. but there is quiet, and aloneness, and he stares down the beast with beady black eyes. "your little friends are all gone," he coos mockingly. and then, the beast gives into its stupidity, making a run at the five (plus four foot antlers) man.

dasher made a little skip forward to the side with the hope to dodge the beast. if he could not dodge, he would at least want the attack to land somewhere in which the wolf did not intend for it to land. if dodged successfully, he hoped he would have the time to whirl around and spear the beast on his antlers like a canine kebab.