Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

d: 8, attack hits! a: 12

sólhárr’s eyes narrowed as catamaran's first strike landed, the force of it rattling his bones. the bounty hunter was quick, calculating, and sólhárr grunted with the impact, a flicker of amusement mingling with the pain. a worthy opponent indeed.

his movements slowed only briefly, recovering as he circled, each step deliberate. his tail remained high, a banner of confidence and authority, though there was no mistaking the respect he held for his challenger.

without a word, the harkonungr lunged. his muscles coiled like a drawn bow, and with calculated precision, he aimed low, a sweeping motion toward catamaran’s legs. it was not a reckless attack but one designed to test the bounty hunter's footing and adaptability.

the outcome of the move remained uncertain, the forest quiet save for the steady rhythm of their breaths and the scuffle of paws against earth. in this contest of strength and strategy, neither wolf could afford to falter.