Dragoncrest Cliffs return of the pistolero

Haunt fondly welcomed him before they were joined by Erzulie. Now a hunting party of three, they had good odds against their injured quarry, despite their differences in age and skill level.

Their golden kingpin was quick to move. She took the lead and lunged at the immobile doe. SNAP! Her tactical fangs pressured the beast. It struggled, but floundered. Njord turned to Haunt as she yipped. “With me, to tha rear,” he advised, slipping away through the trees and rounding the doe’s backside. His long legs made easy work of the snow, and his teeth sought purchase in their prey’s hide, hoping to burden the animal with his weight while it was distracted by Erzulie.