Stone Circle A hunting we will go….

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Stealth check (d20, above ten=success): 1 (-2 stealth)=-1 critical failure

They were in the final phase now! Bjorn was counting on him! Kvarsheim was counting on him!

The hunter's eyes remained locked on their quarry, and off he set, one slow pawstep at a time. However, it is quite important to watch where you're going, and unfortunately for Moss, this is not what he was doing.

Front paw plunged into a hole disguised by dead foliage and snow, sending the wolf to his chest with a hrk! He gasped for air, trying to quietly reclaim the breath that was knocked from his lungs. Regrettably, it was no use being quiet any longer. A horrible mixture of stamping hooves and threatening snorting approached Moss faster than he could react; the deer had recognized them not as a threat, but as an insignificant worm to be trampled as punishment for disrupting an evening meal.

The first blow brushed past the disorientated Moss's cheek, invoking a yelp of fear. Frantic teeth snapped at air, accomanied by snarls and barks— I'm big and scary! Run away! — as the tiny wolf struggled to tear his leg free without injuring it.