[Wher Run] Meet Me On The Battlefield

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Blue Scimsk - Herd Guard

Scimsk's Stats
Hit points: 3
Strength: 3
Stamina: 4
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 5

Climbing? He was no good at climbing. Other times Scimsk may well have called it at that. Give it a shot, maybe, but probably give up when the other males got ahead of him. This time the slim remaining competition drove him on. Maybe he could manage this. Maybe it was doable. He might be able to catch up. With a little determination he could maybe catch up. Maybe the green would be impressed by him keeping up.

Then again, maybe not. The blue launched himself at this climb and began to climb. He clambered, he scrabbled, he- slipped... With a startled yelp the wher began to skid down the cliffside. Oh no. No amount of digging in his claws was helping as he slowly slid back down to the ground. When he finally stopped moving it was as though he never started. With a dejected huff the blue let go and landed back at the base of the cliff with a thump. Looking up he watched as the other two males disappeared over the ridge. Flopping over the blue gave another heavy sigh. Oh well, there was always next time.  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Standing at the summit she waited. In wasn't a long wait, but still it felt like forever for the green as she grew more and more impatient. They needed to be here now! Rolestosk wanted to make her choice, and she wanted to make it now. A bellow from below had her clawing at the ground. Soon. It would be soon. But when would soon be now?

The first male hauled himself over the edge and Rolestosk stared at the blue. It was hard not to immediately accept the first male to appear. He had made it there first. Why shouldn't she choose him. No. For the pack she needed to see who else made it. It wasn't long before the brown too appeared in her view. The green waited, tense, for a few more moments. The yelp earlier had made her think that the challenge for the other blue had been too much and as he failed to appear she was ready to dismiss him. Even if he was still climbing, he had taken much too long.

That left her with only two choices. Rolestosk eyed the pair. Making note of their individual strengths. She did not run to clutch, only the matriarch did. Her choice here would likely not affect the pack, but she needed to let her packmates know the calibre of the males that might give chase.

Finally the green had noted everything she could, as her mind became more addled and her need to choose took complete control. Her motion was quick, similar to the charge before, but lacking the aggressive intention. She darted close to her chosen mate and let out a rumbling croon, rubbing against him like a feline before loping away. Looking over her shoulder Rolestosk gave a lighthearted yip, beckoning him to follow her. Come on then, Crackfang, they didn't have long. Who knew how long it would be before someone chased him off again?

Tosk's Stats
Hit points: 4
Strength: 6
Stamina: 5
Speed: 3
Dexterity: 2

Round 3 Results
Brown Herosk: +1 (1)
Blue Crackfang: +1 (6)
Blue Scimsk: +0 (2)

Winner: Crackfang