Sun Mote Copse Promises Kept

The doe kicked and stamped in frenzied desperation. The leg that Ragna held jerked in her grip, but she dare not release it for fear of getting kicked. Even the way she held it meant that, with each sharp jerk of its leg, the unyielding hooves dug into the thickness of Ragna's shoulder and drew blood. The pain merely added to the fire of the hunt, the adrenaline burn that she loved so well. Her heart sang as she jerked her head to the side. A great crack resounded as she broke the leg of the deer.

With Giana's attack, the deer fell in the shallows, the water erupting in great splashes as the two wolves fell upon it. Ragna went to finish the deed and tear the poor beast's throat open, though she was content to watch if it was Giana that arrived at the neck first.