Hushed Willows Don't let them them steal your light

Grace waited, and waited. Finally, Kunik lunged and harassed the doe, pushing it right at her. The red yearling had to restrain herself from bolting out to help: shed be of no use. But when the doe stumbled, Grace grinned and let herself loose. It made the fatal mistake of a stumble, and was now significantly closer to the earth. This was it. The lunged forwards, latching her jaws around its throat and clamped down brutally.