[Kransha]

They had sallied forth, a motley enough trio considering they were currently at odds. Kalimac kept shooting venomous glares at both the Chubbs, which were quickly and promptly returned by them. Though that rivalry kept them off guard, they soon turned their attention to the vile symphony of noises that was issuing from the woodland depths. The trees and roots on the ground, which Kalimac was so familiar with, became a hardship as well. It was harder now to navigate towards the sound, but Kalimac knew a way. His natural knowledge might come in handy just now, even though he was unused to the territory and the surroundings. He managed, after some searching, to execute a well-done wolf call, to the general surprise and confusion of the two Chubbs. Luckily, his bizarre action was explained before he had to speak, and the trio set off again…right into the clearing that contained the predators, their prey.

Instantly as Kalimac’s eyes caught sight of the murderous, fiendish wolves who would dare to assault his children, the short but firm oaken bow strung around his arm was whipped out fully and leveled at one of the coiled up beasts who was about to spring. Usually, better judgment would’ve had him aiming at one of the vile creatures edging ominously towards him, but he was too filled with this furious energy to even notice them. A narrow shaft was instantly plucked from the compact quiver that was dangling nonchalantly just behind his right leg and lay that arrow bolt sternly on his closed fist which gripped the bow's handle. His hobbit eyes narrowed at the beasts as he aimed precisely.

“Get away from our children, you foul creatures!” commanded Kalimac in his biggest voice, which, incidentally wasn’t very big at all. Kalimac was a good hunter as were most Fallohides, but he could not recall being openly threatened by murderous wolves. Suddenly, as soon as it had sprung up, his newfound strength wilted. His rigid arm wavered, his stomach jumped, and a distinct gulp could be heard as his grip on the fine bow began to weaken and tremble as the gentlehobbit stared down the length of his quivering arrow at the voracious looks on those wolf muzzles and the evil, utterly fiendish glint in their eyes.

In retrospect, it is never a good idea to take out a bow when trembling; it makes for very bad aim and stamina. This was the fact that ran, over and over, through Kalimac’s mind as he realized that he’d just let go of the arrow. The shaft slid from his bow, whistled through the air, and thudded into the wooded earth right beside one of the snarling beast. No, not a good idea at all.