Kildeer Rest 'Zat you, Santa Claus?

In a great swinging of his powerful neck the prince cut one of the wolves enough to shake it off him. He bellows out from the pain of his open wound as blood stained the earth. Swinging to the other side, he knocks his crown into the other.

Aiolos stumbles back, rolling and landing on his side. He pants deep, already feeling the bruising in his ribs. By the time he pulls himself up off the ground the caribou had done the same. Deeply wounded on his rump and his back legs quite sliced up, it did not stop the beast from moving.

The large bull charged toward the two wolves though did not go after them. Getting the hell out of here while he still had any sense left had been his safe bet. Leaving Aiolos out of breath, wide eyed with confusion and 100% fail.