Roy could feel his heart beat a mile a minute as the alpha horned wolf began it's charge. Though it's sudden decision to toss a log straight at him was surprising to the musketeer. He could not think quickly enough consider the outcome of his reaction but let his instincts and training training take the reigns. Roy jumps over the log successfully. Not so much with the accompanying alpha horned wolf. Knocking him out of the air, Roy falls flat on the grassy dirt, knocking the sword and pistol out of his hand. The alpha was quick on its paws and with an almost savage glee, lunges at the his prone form with intent to tear the man's throat wide open. The wolf's maw meets not the flesh of the man, but the hard leather armor that protected and cushioned his throat. The beast's teeth fail to pierce the armor but the sheer force is enough to stop Roy's ability to breathe properly. To make matters worse, the intelligence of the wolf made it so that it had quickly realized that the bite was not enough to kill the man and begins to thrash around; hoping to choke the man out or break his neck. Whichever came first...

Seconds felt like hours. Roy had little hope in this situation, he was under the mercy of the alpha horned wolf that was sure to kill him. He was slowly loosing consciousness before he felt the familiar touch of his pistol. As a last ditch effort, Roy mustered up all his mental and physical prowess and took the pistol and jam the barrel under the alpha's skull and pulled the trigger. The natural defenses of the alpha were no issue to the signature pistol of the musketeer. The Bristonian pistol was designed to deal with heavily armored foes and puncture through thick plates of armor...the flesh, bone, and horns of the wolf were nothing to the pistol. The wolf's maw loosens around Roy's throat as the alpha wolf slumps dead on the grass with brain matter and blood gushing out a hole the size of a small orange at the top of it's head. Roy quickly sat up to take a lungful of air and couldn't be even more grateful to the divines as the refreshing feeling of being able to breath again fills his being. Though the wolf lay dead beside him, it had left its mark. Roy had difficulty breathing and was sent into violent coughing fits as swallowing was too painful a task at the moment. 

Roy was massaging his throat to help ease the soreness when he saw the golden necklace still wrapped around the horn of the dead alpha. He looks at the pendant and unwraps it from the horn, curious as to why the trinket was wrapped there in the first place. Quietly in the night, he inspects the necklace.