Blackfeather Woods Frostbitten

Once the male entered her line of sight, Emma took a moment to avert her gaze from the prey group and toward Miraak. There, she said, nodding toward the large buck, that one. He's young but still old enough to do some damage. Up for the challenge? She smiled, confident that he would agree with her choice, but even if he didn't, there were plenty deer to choose from.
I can attack from the rear, you can take 'em from the front. Sound good?