Minutes dragged by as you waited for any kind of movement. The cold metal of the cheekpiece stung your face, distracting you from surveying the clearing. You would see a flicker of movement in the nearby bushes now and again but nothing to suggest anything larger than a fox.
You were starting to wish you had never given away your cloak to that witch when you eventually spotted a grey blur emerge from the thick treeline that surrounded the clearing. Kane noticed it too as she moved behind your shoulder with a muttered,” Finally.”
Flicking off the safety, you closed one eye, trying to gather an image through the rear sight. As it prowled over, you could at least identify it was definitely a wolf. Its coat was a light grey, flecked with white. Thankfully Kane’s runes worked, the great beast paid no attention to either of you.
“Aim for its eye. Hopefully, the skull can stop the bolt from penetrating all the way through and puncturing the pelt,” Kane murmured, her voice low.
Probably the most advice she had given you in a year.
The wolf stopped just before the venison, bending its head to sniff at it, its snout twitching slightly. Adjusting your position, you angled the crossbow so the rear sight gave you a perfect view of the wolf’s head.
As if sensing your presence, the animal's head snapped up. Its green eyes bored into yours.
“Now."
