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[i]Location: At the site of a wolf attack
Interacting with:  Two injured Wolfrahg nobles [@Mae] and a stranger [@RedXCross]
Mood: Tense [/i][/center] 

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The old bear Relmir flew past him with surprising speed as he lined up his shot. Where in the world he found that kind of endurance, Feir didn’t have the slightest idea, but within moments he was already with his son. And by the sorry state his bloodied leg was in and the way he was flailing uselessly at his attacker, it was painfully clear that the heir needed all of the help he could get. But there was little Feir could do but watch as the chief ripped the beasts jaws away from his son and then went tumbling down with the wolf, which had now had a new prey in its sight. 

Things were not going well. 

Between the heir that could barely keep standing and the chief that was now taking his turn to be savaged by the wolf, Feir felt the first pangs panic bubbling up in his chest. Thankfully they hadn’t quite reached him yet, so with a steady hand the wanderer finished drawing his arrow back, the familiar sensation of the drawstring against his cheek focusing him on his mark. The stench of blood was beginning to fill the clearing, in sharp contrast to the rest of the eerily peaceful ridge, but he barely noticed it.  His fingers tensed. If he missed, there was an all too real possibility he might hit the chief. 

The hesitation didn’t even last a moment though, as he wasn’t going to stand and watch the wolf get ever closer to the chief’s throat with each vicious snap of its jaws. A rather ragged breath escaped his lips as he willed his body to relax. Out of the corner of his eye, Feir just barely noticed Rimgauge finally giving in to the pain and falling unconscious, adding yet another problem to his plate. But one he would worry about in a moment, as the Wolfrahg men that were about to reach the top of the ridge were either going to hail him as a hero or execute him as a traitor once his arrow found its mark.

With his aim adjusted and readjusted, Feir felt his fingers relax, sending the arrow straight towards the wolf’s throat. 

[Hider=Skillset] [list][*][color=3CB371]Lay of the land: Years of wandering has left Feir with an intimate understanding of the various terrains surrounding the tribes[/color][*][color=DAA520]Strong Memory: From never forgetting a face to memorizing which plants are certain to ruin your day, there are few things he trusts as absolutely as his memory [/color][*][color=3CB371]Keenly Observant: One doesn’t survive on their own in such a unforgiven landscape without being able to notice the subtlest of changes in their surroundings [/color][/list]
[list][*][color=DAA520]Wilderness Expert: When it comes to surviving away from any semblance of society, few compare to the wealth of knowledge Feir has cultivated over the years [/color][*][color=3CB371]Archery: One of the most reliable ways to secure food in the wild is to have a steady hand with a bow, so it comes as little surprise that he is a decent shot [/color][*][color=DAA520]Axe Fighting: Feir has had more run ins than he cares to admit with deadly creatures that got past his bow, so learning how to make use of his axe to solve problems seemed prudent [/color][/list]
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