The Hunt

Job:

Sirirn walked the tundra, the snow crunching beneath his feet as his eyes scanned the horizon."Where would they be?" He asked aloud trying to figure where his prey would be given the current factors."Its around noon, with a faint breeze from the west..reasonable conditions" Sirirn muttered to himself trying to figure where the beasts would hunt. "Hmm..West"finally settling on a direction Siririn headed off the direction of the wind hoping his scent would not tip the prey off before he got there so he could maintain an element of surprise and get the job over quickly.
As Siririn continued his hunt for the wolves, his mind began to wander thinking of many things but mainly coming back to the fact that he had undertook the job alone"Why does this bother me now?"He questioned it because he had been alone for quite a big portion of his life and to suddenly get a feeling of loneliness,while it was expected at some point, but specifically for no reason other than he was wandering alone seemed quite strange. While he could gain partners or friends if he wanted Siririn just couldn't accept the loss of someone if something happened to them that he couldn't stop. He had tried to push down the thought a while ago to pursue a woman who had caught his interest but couldn't do it his fear preventing him from creating any relationship between them.As he thought he felt his foot trip and let out a small cry of shock as he fell forward barely catching himself.
As Sirirn's mind wandered he was totally oblivious to where he was and only snapped back to reality when he nearly tumbled down a small hill. Sadly his trip up was enough to alert the wolves below him looking up from their meal their eyes quickly locked on to the giant that stood above them. Pulling his sword from its sheathe on his back he began his descent towards them readying himself for an attack by the beasts.As he reached the bottom one wolf let out a fierce growl and charged him lunging through the air towards Siririn's chest. Prepared for the attack Siririn lunged forward as the beast landed on him using his own weight to counteract the wolf's force and caught the beast in his arms and pulling it towards his chest crushing its spine in the process. As he felt the beast go limp in his arms he looked down the blood soaked muzzle of the wolf uncomfortably close to his neck, releasing the body it hit the ground with a thump. The other wolf which circled Siririn backed off a bit as he watched his brethren fall to the ground, but it quickly regained its courage as Siririn locked eyes with the beast and matched its stance and began circling as well. The beast let out a roar and charged, as the beast drew close Siririn slashed the beast with his sword but it was not enough to stop it allowing the beast to bite his leg causing Siririn to grunt in pain. As the beast attacked his leg he brought his sword down of the beast smashing it into the ground and causing it to let out a final whimper of defeat as it died.
Siririn let out a sigh of relief and sheathed his sword examining his wound and picking up the bodies before more approached the site of the battle and began his trek back to the village.

WC:590/500
Magoi/Stamina:80/100

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