Broken Antler Fen Even if the stars and moon collide

The deer is still twitching; in her mind this is taking entirely too long. The other woman has a grip, yet the doe still struggled. releasing her hold she sought a better one in which to kill the weakened, frightened creature, finding the vein already ti=orn and snapping through much of the tattered neck with a final close of her jaws. The completed, the deer dead, she turns to the other, a smile on her maw, panting with exhilaration. "Not bad." she says in good humour, eyes bright with the joy of the hunt.