Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20150508063005/@comment-5142578-20150602173702

Frost didn't say anything, but kept his rifle ready for action. He had a feeling something hostile was near them. His suspicious were confirmed when he spotted a silhouette not too far away from them. In an area of low visibility, he instinctively relied on his other senses and less on his sight. Almost like fighting in a snowblind. he mused. Hearing something fly through the air, he ducked. "Incoming!" he shouted, warning his allies to hit the deck.

The bubble around the team burst as the pole flew past where the wolf had stood a moment before. Had he not ducked, his chest would have been impaled. The team, however, was pretty much soaked due to the bubble's burst.

The wolf ignored the wet and instead tried to relocate the target by listening for anything that was out of place. Not a moment too soon, he heard a branch creak and groan under a heavy weight. Without a moment's hesitation, the wolf aimed his rifle up and fired at the sound. If the shot connected, Tullir would be wounded, and possibly lose his footing within the trees and fall to the ground.