to arms, to arms

The Soulless Forest may not be the safest location, but Björn appreciates the cover. There's secrecy here, and the ability to hide themselves away. Plot and plan in the relative dark, beneath tree cover that would do them plenty of favors. Carefully treading the perimeter, making sure they're safe and well protected... this is his job now. For as spoiled as the rot prince could be, he wouldn't fuck this one up.

Speaking of fucking up. Björn sees the moose, though he sees it too late. The bull is colossal, and it's angry. Good thing the rot prince had been intent on driving anything of the sort off anyway. With a sharp call to the other warriors of their number, Björn dives straight for the ankles. Bowing his shoulders, striking with his antlers-- to arms, to arms.

"Björn"