Unsurprisingly, Vai took the left—between the two of them they should have a pretty good chance, even if the deer took off. Rory licked his lips, waiting with the bow still held across his thigh, watching the woman through the underbrush. He'd lost sight of the fox in the process but figured it was either doing fox things or .. fox things .. because what else did foxes do? What else did human foxes do?
He put the white little creature firmly out of his mind, focusing on the task at hand instead. He saw Vai raise her bow and take aim, so he followed suit, looking down the arrow and towards the deer as he drew the string back.
When—
The deer suddenly exploded towards them, startled by something Rory hadn't seen; in the chaos he saw Vai's arrow fly, joined almost instantly by his own, rapidly adjusted and recalculated to allow for the deer's sprint.
Only one of the trio bounded away into the forest, tail flicked cheekily up as a warning sign, but its two mates already lay bleeding on the white snow. He thought it was more than they had deserved to get under the circumstances, but he was a good shot and he guessed the woman was, too. She'd certainly looked the part, but he'd learned a long time ago not to trust appearances.
And as the calm settled he understood the reason the deer had suddenly attempted to flee: the fox and the bird, suspiciously close.
Rory frowned as he strode over to the two felled deer. He preferred targets that stood still.
Both deer had died more or less instantly from their arrows; Rory's lay with its heart pierced (he'd gone for the larger target, wanting to rather be safe than sorry), Vai's with its jugular torn from the arrowhead. He looked down at it. He felt .. impressed. "Bold shot," he simply stated, for it was: less skill (less luck?) and it would've bounded away with an arrow through its neck, and who knows how long it would've made it before they either caught up to put it out of its misery, or it died a lonely and prolonged death?
He'd barely got his knife into his hand (bowels and organs were best removed before moving the carcasses, after all) before a chorus of low, keening howls sent a chill down his spine.
Wolves.
Dice liked us, lol
Rory and Vervain both hit and kill their deer almost instantly
And is that.. wolves, approaching? (Spoiler: yes, it's three wolves approaching, likely they had already been tracking the deer)
Vervain's little freeloader has found a pouch or pocket to curl up in and will likely go home to the Rathskeller with her
He put the white little creature firmly out of his mind, focusing on the task at hand instead. He saw Vai raise her bow and take aim, so he followed suit, looking down the arrow and towards the deer as he drew the string back.
When—
The deer suddenly exploded towards them, startled by something Rory hadn't seen; in the chaos he saw Vai's arrow fly, joined almost instantly by his own, rapidly adjusted and recalculated to allow for the deer's sprint.
Only one of the trio bounded away into the forest, tail flicked cheekily up as a warning sign, but its two mates already lay bleeding on the white snow. He thought it was more than they had deserved to get under the circumstances, but he was a good shot and he guessed the woman was, too. She'd certainly looked the part, but he'd learned a long time ago not to trust appearances.
And as the calm settled he understood the reason the deer had suddenly attempted to flee: the fox and the bird, suspiciously close.
Rory frowned as he strode over to the two felled deer. He preferred targets that stood still.
Both deer had died more or less instantly from their arrows; Rory's lay with its heart pierced (he'd gone for the larger target, wanting to rather be safe than sorry), Vai's with its jugular torn from the arrowhead. He looked down at it. He felt .. impressed. "Bold shot," he simply stated, for it was: less skill (less luck?) and it would've bounded away with an arrow through its neck, and who knows how long it would've made it before they either caught up to put it out of its misery, or it died a lonely and prolonged death?
He'd barely got his knife into his hand (bowels and organs were best removed before moving the carcasses, after all) before a chorus of low, keening howls sent a chill down his spine.
Wolves.
Dice liked us, lol
Rory and Vervain both hit and kill their deer almost instantly
And is that.. wolves, approaching? (Spoiler: yes, it's three wolves approaching, likely they had already been tracking the deer)
Vervain's little freeloader has found a pouch or pocket to curl up in and will likely go home to the Rathskeller with her
