Deepwood Weald I found peace in your violence

Dreven 24/30
Calhan 21/30

I rolled a 3

Dreven was beyond rational thought. This was something he knew. Something he could do in his sleep. A feeling of calm settled over him. He reacted and parried. Aimed for vital spots when the time came. It was a waiting game.

It was with Atka's voice that he froze. And then it wasn't good anymore. He snarled and moved his body completely into the line of fire. He felt teeth hit his face. Searing pain near his eye and cheek. Blood dripping like a seive. Blindness. Whether it was temporary or not he didn't care.

The pain was secondary, his aim now was to stay in front of snow. Block her completely from view. If he died for it so be it. But his only concern had been her in the beginning and was so again now. The coyote had been to near their sleeping spot.

in case it isn't clear. Dreven would have instead of fighting back at this time pushed himself into the bite trying to keep himself in front of Atka.