Rain, dappled wolf's page

I would have attempted murdering the boy, as per the post where I thought they both might provoke from me.

That should be attempted not murdering the boy.
or
avoided murdering the boy.

Riiight.

"...." Standing behind Scarlet, Rain lets out a little sigh.

Rain begins sniffing around Alia's boots.

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

"Grrr."

"Ruff."

Rain makes a sad noise and lays down with his muzzle between his paws.

*Suspicious sideways stare at Alia.*

Front legs splayed and muzzle low and set with a deep growl, Rain takes the boar off its feet with a well place bite.

bite (inspired): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8 trip?: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 1 = 23

The pig crashes hard to the earth and squeals in rage.

Tuskgutter is prone. Good wolf.

Rain rounds the trap and trots to the edge of the pit next to the fire. A voice calls up to him from it. Though you cannot hear what it says you can tell that its source is weak and in distress.

Rain growing increasingly distressed, looks about and paces back and forth along the pit's edge.

Rain steps forward and the ground gives way beneath him all along the pathway!

Reflex save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

But he nimbly jumps back at the last moment--growling!

"Huh? Why did we stop? Did Tamris fall down a well?"

Rain has a quizzical look on his face the sort that pet herding dogs have when you ask them something intriguing that they cannot understand.

Scarlet doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary as she moves forward aside the sounds of croaking frogs and hooting owls.

Earlier by about 15 minutes when Rain started growing more hesitant.

"Is there something you can smell?" Posh questions, noticing his sudden hesitation and looking around the area carefully.

Rain dips his head into a stand of tall grass and pulls up a smooth stick--except by torch and starlight you see it isn't a stick. It's a small javelin--of a make you have all seen before.

Rain whines.

Posh's Translation:

"We go to save my humanoid companion, Tamris half-elven from that one's pack." He nods his great muzzle toward Grogan.

"Quick now. I cannot do it alone." Rain barks.

Posh's Translation (in relation to Alia's question about Grogan):

"He and his pack and I are enemies."

Rain stops when you do. After a few minutes the wolf grows antsy. He looks about pleadingly spins about three times and rushes off again. He rushes back to the group barks and then dashes away. He repeats this action again and again.

Rain stops and returns.

"WOOF WOOF! HOWWOOOO!" Rain limps about in a tight circle three more times and makes to tear off again.

"HOWWWWOOOO!!"

The wolf howls eagerly spins thrice and makes to run off even as beat and exhausted and bloodied as it seems.

Celyne kneels down and scratches the wolf under the jaw, behind the ears... "That's a good boy... I know you're hurting and missing Tamris. Can you seek Tamris, Rain? Seek your master?" Not knowing the commands Tamris might have used with Rain, she tries the same in elven as well.

At the mention of Tamris' name the wolf looks at Celyne with the soulful eyes of a canine, hopeful, relived, glad even. He spins in a tight circle twice and bolts toward the cave exit, his wounds and weariness forgotten.

Scarlet walks into the room, drawing her weapons along the way. She keeps her distance, but stays in the front in case Rain goes on the attack.

"Easy boy. We're here to help. Fan is right around the corner. Fan?"

Rains eyes take in the growing crowd at the mouth of the cave and Scarlet's weapons. His hackles rise and lips pull back from his fangs. He growls threateningly from somewhere deep inside and looks ready to fight.

Then the oracle steps forward, unarmed, leaving Luna to guard the rear, and tries to catch sight of the wolf if she can...

"Easy, easy Rain... we're trying to help you and your master.. Our pack means you no harm... "

Normally you need wild empathy, or some magical means to calm or improve the attitude of an animal as if you had diplomacy. But Rain, while suspicious is not himself untrained.

The wolf's lips uncurl. His growling ceases. Rain bows his big shaggy head and pads forward slowly to rest it against her thigh.