The Wolf

The DM: In.

Vafrandir: In.

Present: DM, Vafrandir

The DM: Pandred's blow twists the wolf around and it turns over on the ground, landing unconscious among the ground nettles. There are two gashes in its body, from each of the two hits Pandred has given it. The wolf brown-grey body is breathing rapidly, as it is near death; but the fur is also possessed of a greyish radiance, indicating the creature is somehow magical.

Embla feels a disturbance in the air around you, suggesting from her heightened awareness that the party and the wolf are not alone.

The DM: What do you want to do, Vafrandir?

Vafrandir: [OOC: Let me know if the Present label above is distracting or unnecessary.]

The DM: [OOC: I kind of like it]

Vafrandir: I will press the advantage and hope to finish the wolf with my shortsword: 14 raw, 16 to hit; 4 raw, 5 dmg.

The DM: You can't miss, so it is automatic damage (see Helpless Defenders). The wolf is dead.