Neverwinter Forest game of chance

The huntress pushed them forward and Shilloh moved along. Ready to strike when the moment was true. Their target was old and despite being spirited, there was no chance it lasted long. Surely not with the weight of Shilloh and the chase of the huntress.

So when the old doe weaved towards her through the trees, she made a move. Teeth aimed for the neck of it. Even if she could not crush, perhaps she could land enough repeated bites to cause serious damage. Enough blood loss was all they needed for a win.

Strike. Strike. Strike. Puncture of bites on the doe's neck and shoulder that stained both Shilloh and the prey in the process.