Redtail Rise piercing

The odds were heavily stacked in the rise’s favor, yet their target was like an eel: prickly, slippery and ceaselessly writhing. He moved so quickly, the Ulfr’s bite went very wide. Rather than tear into the soft flesh of his throat, the firm meat of his shoulder blunted their fangs.

He quickly whipped his head around and snapped toward one of their forelimbs. Without thinking, Masque thrust their snout into his path to block his attack. This time, they were a little too successful. The wolves’ skulls crashed together, the blow landing at just the wrong angle.

Masque dropped hard and fast, knocked out cold and quite likely trampled by the three other fighters in the ongoing commotion.

You can now skip Masque. :)