Ravensblood Forest Wer um die Göttin freit, suche in ihr nicht das Weib

Gonna let her get that hit in without a dice roll if that’s okay. My attack was unsuccessful.

 

Donovan doesn’t expect the swiftness to which this wolf can move. Or maybe he was, he remembers thinking about how she could probably outrun him in a few seconds. Her long legs and body scream agility. She’d probably be a deadly hunter. He keeps that in mind if she sticks around long enough; he’s want to see how she fairs in a hunt.

Though even as her teeth settle neatly on his throat, right over the ever sensitive and crushable trachea, she’s surprised to find that she doesn’t put too much pressure on his throat. So he attempts to combat it by flopping a heavy, massive paw on her back and pushes forward in an hearty push. Yet it seems she has other plans and he’s unable to push her over.