Neverwinter Forest painted the hunger onto my skin

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the animal's tusks rip into her newfound acquaintance's shoulder and winced, but had no time to otherwise react as he lept into the fray with her, their two dark bodies bearing down on the animal. Miyako had no idea how his stamina stacked up against hers, but she knew that she herself could run all day, and she would run down this beast come hell or highwater.

His giant jaws snapped at its leg, trying to grasp on. Trying to sever the tendon, most likely, she noted with approval. A solid plan. One good crunch and the animal would come crashing down.

Miyako tried it herself, lunging her neck forward, mouth agape. So close. . .  Before she could snap down, the rear right hoof clipped her in the head--not a direct hit, but a glancing blow hard enough to make her tumble down, stopped in her tracks.

"Fuck!" she growled aloud, scaring the other deer enough to scatter them into the trees. Feeling a bit woozy, she wobbled slowly to her feet, gave her head a shake, and took off again to join the other wolf again. The chase was heading into the forest; the sleeker, stealthier wolves had advantage over the buck in this situation. Victory had to be theirs soon, right?