Ouroboros Spine I had a violin somewhere, I was gonna play it all sarcastically

The leader was still for a moment, looking from herd to lone doe. There was nothing in the opening of land to give them cover once they revealed themselves. Best course of action? To go for it. Tonravik bolted forward, toward the doe in the lake, who belatedly realized that something was amiss even as the herd moved in a chaotic mob, abandoning their doe to its fate.

The doe itself stared emptily, then drove forward--deeper--into the water. By then, Tonravik was close enough to snap at its hind, which lashed out and narrowly nicked her shoulder slightly as she withdrew. The wound was nothing, and so she threw her weight in the direction the animal went again, this time heading toward its side before moving to harass it.