02-05-2023, 10:59 PM
At first, Pipin thought he'd mis-stepped and made noise. The movements of the wolf were erratic. Jumping away, coming back to grab some sort of skull, and then leaping away again to run. It was enough to spring his own body into action. He moved through the mire not out of familiarity to the ground itself, but of the nature of the habitat. Unfortunately, it was the former that was his downfall as his paws erupted through the crunchy surface of frozen mire and plunged him into mud up to his elbows.
He swore lightly, under his breath, and hauled himself free. And then he was surging forward to catch up to the red beast. His paws also kicking up mud. His right foreleg and his chest were now slathered in cold and quickly stiffening mud that formed cracks revealing his creamy toned leg beneath.
The frigid air that filled his lungs was invigorating. He sought to close the distance between them before anything else. If he failed, or tripped up, he'd just call it a game. No big deal. Nothing to see here. Probably.
He swore lightly, under his breath, and hauled himself free. And then he was surging forward to catch up to the red beast. His paws also kicking up mud. His right foreleg and his chest were now slathered in cold and quickly stiffening mud that formed cracks revealing his creamy toned leg beneath.
The frigid air that filled his lungs was invigorating. He sought to close the distance between them before anything else. If he failed, or tripped up, he'd just call it a game. No big deal. Nothing to see here. Probably.
he's just trying to close the distance
Agility roll[roll=1d20+2]