Deepwood Weald Boss Monsters

Vespera's packmate noticed all the same, and the two of them began tracking the beast at the end of the trail. Without the salt in the air, it was like a breath of fresh air to be able to use his nose again as he once did before being by the ocean's side. Eventually, in time he would grow accustomed to the new air, but the green and fresh scent of a pine-filled forest would always be home to him.

In due time they eventually found where it was, by the water's edge taking a drink. A prey's most vulnerable position out in the open. His companion chose to let Rosencrantz take the lead, and though his pelt stuck out like a sore thumb in the forest, the fog should help in cloaking his appearance. With a short nod he move into place... slowly rounding around to the front of the beast, just off to the wayside in an attempt to get into his blind spot. Just between the antlers while its head was down - of course, he couldn't get completely hidden within, so long as he crept up slowly, from experience, he should be able to get within striking distance before it saw him.

With trust in his companion to be ready, he leaped into action. From the cover of the low brush, he rushed toward the underside of the deer anticipating that its head would rise almost immediately. The buck was big, too big for just two wolves to guarantee success but it wasn't impossible. The buck too was experienced and full of vigor, fearless in the face of the one wolf he could see, the beast immediately began to thrash around and Rosencrantz's mark was off as his teeth only grazed the skin of his target, barely catching its nape before being tossed over its back.

It wasn't a killing blow, but he was safe here at least to wait for his companion's move...