Bearclaw Valley the sleeper

He needed more than a ten and rolled a 9.  ouch

He barely needed her prompting but Ashlar was glad that she provided it anyway.  Since he had missed his mark the first time, this was his chance to succeed!  He took off after the squirrels eagerly and very soon was within striking distance of the tailing one.  They turned... sharp.  The leggy teen tried to snap for a tail as it flicked by, but he caught only hair as within an inch he missed the mark.

He slid on the leaves and tried to round to pursue them further but at that point they were lost a second time.  Ashlar let out a low, frustrated growl, though he nearly surprised himself with it.  He'd had hunts go wrong before, but this time was worse.  Not only had he missed twice in front of Avicus, but he had been so close that he could almost taste the frustration.  Sometimes he could be glad that his catch got away and that he need not harm it - today he could not.  He kicked the loam at his feet with prickling irritation and shame.

WC: 180