Tattered flags unfurled

As the target was chosen Felicien and Sorrel were quick to be off on their task, he'd watch on proudly as Varda and Frost brought up the last bit of their group. Frosts's confession though became a bit disheartening, she didn't know how to hunt a goat? He'd offer her a hard stare as she looked to his daughter for some kind of reassurance.Not that he had much time to dwell on the woman's actions. Aslan was off, and Frith was hardly going to let his son take all the fun. His shorter stride would bring him up behind the tall boy and their prey, while Aslan towered over the creature Frith was more on its level. The man would put on a burst if speed bringing his form between their chosen target and the herd that was scrambling away. While his son focused on the rear Frith would focus his efforts on the front half.

With gleaming fangs bared the chocolate wolf would lash out at the animal, his teeth grazing the creatures neck twice before retribution was offered. The animal was hardly going to give itself up with out a fight, Frith was ready to go in for another snap when the dark creature turned towards him, horn bared, and barreled into his side. Incredible pain would lace up his side as he felt the creature wound him. The one horned beast had gored Frith, right beneath his ribs. A cry of pain would ring out as the animal left him, blood following the removal of its weapon. With a snarl Frith would continue running, the adrenaline pumping through him as he continued to run at the animal.