Attempting stealth on a monster which such keen senses in its own lair would be suicidal, to say nothing of outright challenging it, and while gathering a mob is most likely to kill it, you'll gain none of the
GLORY and innocent peasants would die in the struggle. Clearly, the correct course of action is to lay a trap at the mouth of the cave, and spring it when the beast least expects it.
1d10+2= 9 > 8
Cunning, (+2)
You spend the better part of the afternoon gathering large rocks and heavy logs, and piling them on top of the cave, only inches away from the mouth, so assembled that a single shove could send them all crashing down on anyone or anything attempting to leave the cave. It's an extremely simple affair, with no moving parts beyond common rocks and scrap wood, and no mechanism beyond your own strength, perfect for what you have in mind.
You stay awake, paying rapt attention to the woods around you and when the sun lowers below the horizon, you tense up. Little over an hour later, a timber wolf the size of a large grizzly bear meanders out, and while it takes its sweet time stretching, you act! Forcing your entire body against the pile, it rolls and tumbles off the edge, almost silent aside from the clatter of rolling wood and stone.
An instant later, you hear a loud thump followed by panicked yelping. Trusty club in hand, you slide off the cave and rush to the front, where you see the dire wolf up close and personal, crushed beneath a miniature mountain of rubble. Its growl and glare are hateful beyond what words can express, but its spine has been shattered and it is almost completely paralyzed. Even as monstrous as it is, it pains you to see it suffer, so you batter its forehead with your cudgel until you hear an ear-splitting crack and the wolf's eyes close. Looking at the body, it takes you a moment to realize,
You have slain the dire wolf of the woods!"Huzzah! I have bested you foul beast, and now I'm going to-"
A) "move this rubble and skin you for your pelt!"
B) "crawl behind this rubble and pillage your lair!"
C) "take a dozen of your teeth to my village, to prove I killed you!"
Martial 1
Vigor: 2
Cunning: 2
Charm: 1
Age: 18 Summers
Wealth: N/A
Renown: N/A
Boons: None, so far
Companions: None, so far
Followers: None, so far