Run to hide with the woodsman (Quickness vs Strength): 17 vs 6 [Critical failure] [GM]:

You scramble to your feet and dart toward your savior. The wolf tries to grab your heels, but stumbles on a root and falls, whimpering as it does. You see it’s stepped on a large splinter of the root.

[P]: I step behind the woodsman, clutching my arm to staunch the bleeding.

The woodsman fires another arrow at the wolf, striking true. The beast whimpers and darts back into the woods. You look at the woodsman who seems to be surveying you. You’re suddenly conscious of the fact that your ample tits are on full display and you almost feel more naked for the stolen pants.

“Well, I suppose it was lucky we met.”

[XP: 50]