[centre][h1][color=39b54a][b]Arnannel[/b][/color][/h1][/centre]

[color=39b54a]“Listen here, I  don’t really care about that either way. Just tell me—"[/color]

Arnannel words were cut off as the old hunter suddenly cursed, his eyes looking at something in the distance.

It did not take long for Arnannel to notice what the hunter was looking at, a large aurochs that was advancing toward a young girl.

Given the size, it was clearly not a normal auroch, the fact that a herbivore wandering this close to a settlement notwithstanding. 

Arnannel's first guess was another case of a Witherwild-affected creature, but there was no way to know for sure right now.
Like the old hunter, Arnannel took out his weapon, nocking an arrow on his bow.

He resisted the urge to click his tongue in frustration. If he were his father, he would have asked nature itself for assistance, roots and vines stopping the beast’s movement. Unfortunately, as was tradition for the Clan of Sylrowen, an elf of his age would not be learning the druidic art just yet. He knew enough to speak with animals, but he doubted this one would listen. Not that he would make it in time to speak with it before it rushed the girl over, in any case.

Pushing the thoughts of what-ifs away from his mind, Arnannel took a breath before aiming. With its attention fully on the girl, rampaging beasts such as this tended to be vulnerable to arrows from a distance, which was why diversionary tactics were essential in a hunt. This girl might be an inadvertent diversion, but something that held the beast’s attention nevertheless. 

He swiftly released his arrow, aiming at one of its legs, hoping to stop it. 

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Arnannel attacks the aurochs with shortbow, using 1 hope token for the Guerilla Warfare experience for an 'ambush'
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