Shadewood His hair's on fire and his heart is burning

The trap was sprung, and as Cry hadn't expected, the predator that had come to ruin in turn actually benifited the assassin. The company lay on the opposite side of Cry, facing him, so as the deer lurched up to flee one set of maws, she near stumbled on her own to the second pair.

However, she was a seasoned being, and would not go into his thirsty jowls. He didn't want her, anyways, as she had been quick to reverse her aim and dart another way, her baby was left in a mass of chaotic confusion. With the appearance of a second wolf, the fawn couldn't keep well with such a swift turn of her mother's direction, so as she was sent in one direction believing that to be the one they were to head to, her mother's change had left her baby strung well onto Cry's ivory deadbolt of fangs.

A leap sailed him the little distance he needed to be secure in the hitbox of the prey, and Cry snagged the soft tawny coated underside of the fawn's throat, violently ripping back, hinds digging into the maleable soil seeking pruchase. The doe was now left with a choice as she saw her spawn being yanked away from her; to leave and save her own life, or return with fury, and try to save a doomed child who lay pleading in the merciless jaws of death.