And off she went, all gangly limbs and puffy black fur. Maggie gave a soft snort, mostly to himself, and gladly walked in the woman's footsteps, letting her blaze their trail through the snow. The smell was distracting, considering his position, but Magnus was a man who'd been practicing self-control since the horrors of his childhood had occurred.
He kept his eyes peeled for potential prey, spirits lifting at the appealing thought of a collaborative hunt, the thrill of the chase and the joy of a job done with friends.
Up ahead, he spied a flash of red. At first, he thought it was a spot of blood seeping into the snow from something larger they were pursuing, but no. It was a fox, limping through the deep snow and Magnus could practically smell the alarm off the animal from here. He swiped his tongue along his maw. "Over there-The todd. See him?"
He kept his eyes peeled for potential prey, spirits lifting at the appealing thought of a collaborative hunt, the thrill of the chase and the joy of a job done with friends.
Intelligence roll[roll=1d20+2]
Up ahead, he spied a flash of red. At first, he thought it was a spot of blood seeping into the snow from something larger they were pursuing, but no. It was a fox, limping through the deep snow and Magnus could practically smell the alarm off the animal from here. He swiped his tongue along his maw. "Over there-The todd. See him?"