Broken Antler Fen Even if the stars and moon collide

The doe stumbles, and in the fault of its timing, Kalita is on its back and snapping at its spine. Together, they bring it down, and Brandy secures her fangs just below the jaw of the deer-between the two of them doing mass amounts of damage, its only a matter of time. Heart racing from the burst of activity and excitement, the yearling has no problem simply laying down and waiting for the twitches of their prey to stop. 

A hind hoof strikes out and catches her fiery flank, but it does little more than draw a line of blood and rips a snarl from Brandy's chest-but the pain of the bruise she can expect tomorrow only makes her clench tighter.