Sleeping Dragon variable and full of perturbation

Avoiding the quick buck's of angry deer, Rebekka drove the creatures towards the awaiting duo. When one particular deer was segregated from the rest as they split off, she found her prize, surging forward to further nip and claw at the deer's hind quarters in attempts to pull it down. As teeth landed and blood was drawn, the beast had begun to slow; its impending doom reaching its awareness. There was little more the woman could do without the effort of both comrades, and as the creature began to feel towards and past the waiting spot, she knew the chase would be over in little time. With little consideration to her action, the woman lept, sanding her claws within the flesh of the animal as it ran and staggered; clinging her body weight unto the deer in attempt to bring it down. As she was dragged, she felt nothing but the adrenaline coursing through her veins; the very thing she lived for in spite of her isolated nature. With her first strike at the deer landing with success, there was little the beast could to to free itself from the inevitable fate it had been brought.