Neverwinter Forest bound for tennessee

i'm going to roll a 1d10 for this !! 1 = low effectiveness & 10 = high effectiveness. you don't have to do the same but i thought i would let you know <3

roll: 3

scents grew harsher upon his nose. deer-call ran through the air, and as catamaran picked his way through the shrubbery, he, too, followed suit, peering out at the herd. the chief, with his rack of antlers, which would soon be shed. his fellow forneskja hunter gestured towards a doe, lingering without a fawn of her own, though she was clearly of age. rökkur nodded, then. a smart choice.

he watched as the blonde man circled around the herd, opposite the shadow. teeth clicked, preparing to snap. and a low growl spilled from his lips, prompting the deer to run. to tire out. but they remained still, defiant, though the weariness that shone from beady eyes was palpable. they were afraid, but their sacrifice would fuel the forneskja wolves, an honour for them and only them to bear.

once catamaran was in place, rökkur sprung from the bushes, sprinting forwards with heavy pawsteps. jaws snapped at the chosen deer, grazing against the hairs upon her stomach. but she was quick, hooves swivelling as she reared upwards, defending herself. the shadow dashed a few steps away, providing catamaran an opportunity, as well as ensuring he did not get hit.

deer hooves, whether sharp or blunt, could prove to be fatal weapons.

rökkur did not feel like losing his life to a deer. not today, not ever.