Moonspear steal my sunshine

I rolled to see if he could maybe stop the herd but NOPE, dice h'ain't in his favour today! I'll do a roll before my next post to see what happens to him in the midst of the herd.

Bronco hadn't expected anything other than a typical white-tailed deer, so when they got closer and came within sight of the creatures, he was surprised to see the difference. With their heavier shoulders and deeper ribcage, they almost resembled a cross between a deer and an elk, and took on a larger size as well. Both taller and heavier in frame, with larger, more wide-set ears and a bulkier head. He was impressed- these would make a fine meal, even one of the younger ones, which should be their target-

But the thing about targets was that they weren't really supposed to move. No, targets were meant to be hit- so when the herd of deer shifted, and began to move, he was surprised to see them coming in the wolves' direction. He might not have been terrbly concerned, and might have welcomed the chance to have the prey come to him had they not been wedged in on both sides by steep hills, which corralled the stampeding herd directly toward them. He couldn't tell what had startled them into motion, but one thing was for sure- if they didn't move too, they'd be underfoot in seconds. 

"RUN!" He shouted, a growl piercing his voice which was suddenly filled with urgency. The stags had antlers sharpened for the rut- and a herd of spear-headed herbivores on the run could easily wound or kill a wolf. He snapped at Meerkat first, and then at Toad to spur them in the opposite direction, to get ahead of the herd hoping that at the first chance the slop evened out, they would be able to get out of the herd's path. Hoping he might have a chance at making the herd balk and turn in the opposite direction, or at least split into smaller groups, Bronco leapt forward with a snarl and zig-zagged toward them. 

But he had little to no effect on them. If he slowed them down at all, he wouldn't know. But within moments the herd was upon him so he was forced to dodge this way and that, sometimes crouching when there was nothing he could do, as the deer leapt over him. He snarled and snapped, yipped and yelped- but would have otherwise been lost from view beyond the stampede of thundering hooves.