Blackfeather Woods Passing Over the Border

  She crept closer and closer to the fawn until she was right at a reasonable running distance. She looked over at Grimnir, giving a small nod to indicate she was ready. Her coal black head turned back to their target, waiting a few moments before leaping out. The little deer started running as soon as he saw her, but his movements where lame. She darted as fast as she could, her breath slowly deminishing. She managed to get close enough to jump on the back. Her teeth sunk into the shoulder, and dragged the stupid creature down as it kicked and claimed. Her jaws moved up to it's neck. She held a firm grip as she watched the life drain from its eyes.