Kildeer Rest 'Zat you, Santa Claus?

The damn thing didn't seem the least fazed by the wolves' aggressive display. A split second before it happened, Towhee's mercenary instincts told her it was about to charge them. She prepared to leap, though she was not entirely quick enough. She felt something clip her hip. It was soft, so it did not break her skin, though it happened with enough force that it knocked her off balance. And it would definitely bruise later.

Ignoring the smarting for now, Towhee whirled to find the caribou's rear just feet away. It was tempting to spring an attack, though one blow from those hooves could shatter bones. Instead, she darted a few feet to the side to assess the situation, primarily her pack mate's position.

He was trying to get the staggering beast to lose its balance and, for a moment, Towhee watched to see if he would succeed (evens) or fail (odd) in this endeavor.

Roll: 2