Ranec was pleased when the animals turned to face him, his club at the ready his body dropped down low so that he was prepared to move quickly. He heard, shouting, from he assumed to be one of the women creatures that left the scene though he did not bother to turn his head in her direction. Though, perhaps, he did flex his muscles a bit more and tried to appear even more confident than he already felt. Sure, there was one woman back home waiting for him, but his position and standing in the tribe meant he could have another woman should that be desired. Long as he could care for both women and whatever children they brought to his hearth, they would remain with him.<br/><br/>An overconfident and cocky hunter, such as himself, knew without a doubt that he could care for at least another woman. So, what better time to show off what he can do, than to kill a couple of the beasts that had just terrorized her?<br/><br/>Three of them went for that…thing with wings, who interrupted his private show, but he was not of the mindset to allow it to bother him. The remaining six approached him and he already knew this pack was not whole. They lacked their Alpha, their leader. Without a leader present, he would have an easier job with them. Fist, clenched tight in a ball at his side was brought up to beat three times on his chest. A growl, nearly as good as a real wolf left his lips and as he expected two of the wolves broke off and charged him.<br/><br/>A whopping war cry left his lips as he turned and ran toward one of the nearest stone structures. It was a fountain though to him it was a means of gaining some elevation. This is what he did, though it was in the form of using the solid fixture as a launching point for a backflip over one of the beasts that had charged him; the creature crunched against the solid stone while its friend managed to avoid it, its speed too great to stop in time. Back on his feet and with another wolf on him, him grasped the club between both hands and held it before him, between he and the wolf that growled and started to try and circle him. Skill, born of practical use and the desire to survive he moved with the wolf, like a shadow. Where it stepped, he stepped, when it moved he moved; a silent dance of death that Ranec had no plans on losing.<br/><br/>The barest of hints in the beast’s eye, followed by a shift in weight and the hunter moved in another direction as the wolf lunged for him. Powerful jaws snapped right at his side, the sound one that chilled him to the bone. However, there was no time for fear; instead the club was brought down with all the force he could muster. Right across the head of the beast that yelped when contact was made, the club snapped in two though the beast still stood. And it was pissed. The only warning he had was a snarl, then it leaped at him and he had only enough time to bring forth the broken half of the club and fall back to the ground. Atop him to beast landed, there were some struggles, but then both became very still. After a heartbeat or two, Ranec emerged from beneath it, claw marks along his arms, but the piece of the club he had held was now embedded deep in the chest of the wolf.<br/><br/>Victorious he stood, with two slain to count among his kills that day. However, that still left a rather large pack that seemed more than ready to finish where their pack mates had failed.