Feign draws a bead with his final arrow, another pair of wolves has stopped their running and are sniffing the air.  He fires the arrow, watching it sail through the air to its target.  Suddenly, it dawns on him that one of the wolves is unaccounted for just as his target spins in place and snatches the arrow out of the sky.<br/><br/>Suddenly the leaves next to Feign burst open as the alpha wolf lunges at him.  He is barely quick enough to put his arm up in front of his throat to block the wolf's jaws.<br/><br/>They both fall through the canopy, hitting branches on the way down.  Just before hitting the forest floor, the wolf is knocked out cold by one of the passing  branches.  The fallen leaves cushon both of their landings, but only enough to keep their bones from shattering.<br/><br/>Feign staggers to his feet and starts running as he hears the growling barking of the other two wolves behind him.  Though he is picking up speed, the wound in his arm is leaving a fairly direct trail behind him.