With his paws once again on dry land, the hills and grasses of the vales blur beneath him and Hathcyn almost grins at the pleasure of the chase. Like a fox indeed, he doubles back on his path, splashes through streams and dashes through passages beneath exposed tree roots that will admit nothing larger than he. His heart lurches, therefore, when he hears the howling of wolves behind him, and closer than he had reckoned they could be.
"Fox-fool", their leader cries in the hound-tongue. "You run as fox will from wolves, but no wolves we! Know your tricks! Know them all!
Very well then, he tells himelf, I'll run as if from Men. Fast, slaver-jawed Men!
:ooc: You're back down to 8/10 lead, and a TN of 16 for basic pursuit, or 20 for a sudden tricky manoeuvre.
:ooc: now on shore I'll attempt the battle roll.
Rolled 1d12 : 5, total 5
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 3, 4, total 9
:ooc: oof, I'll need to Hope that one too.
:ooc: Sorry Tom - I had some thoughts over the weekend but I've forgotten what they were. Remind me, if you would - how are you using Battle to get away?
:ooc: i asked if I could use it to strategize a way out of the chase and you said yea if I got to land. I also realize I owe you mire than just dice rolls.
:ooc: Sorry, of course you did. It's been a Week.