Blacktail Deer Plateau pull me out of the wake [m]

That sounds really creepy!

The doe proved herself to be a crafty adversary, for she was slowing while the wolves maintained their speed. The fawn, on the other hand, was much less wise when it came to avoiding hungry predators and kept right on running. Had the young one been their primary target, it would've been a prime opportunity to cut the mother off completely, but that wasn't the case, and so Saena angled her body to sweep in toward the doe. Their task was to prevent her from succeeding in changing direction and getting away.

Good fortune seemed to smile on both wolves, for even as they closed in on the female, an acute snap sounded and the doe went down. Evidently, her slim foot had fallen victim to a well-hidden hole in the ground—and Saena shuddered to think that it could easily have been one of them rather than their prey—and her ankle had snapped like a twig. The velocity coupled with the heavy impact was enough to practically kill her on the spot; when she slid to a stop against a tree trunk several feet down the hill, blood leaked from her nostrils and she was scarcely breathing.

Saena's gallop slowed, but even then, her momentum carried her past the fallen doe until she could comfortably wheel in the trees and trot back. By then, she'd lost sight of Mordecai and hoped to rendezvous with him over their prize.