Morningside Cuesta here be dragons

She agreed curtly, dipping her muzzle. Even though the thing was young, it still had a rack of antlers and sharp hooves that could cause a problem, even if it was injured; desperation could drive animals to do most anything. "Those antlers could be a problem, so we'll be quick. I'll cut it off, and you stay close; when you're able, make a move." She added hackles bristling in excitement. She twisted away from him, loping nonthreateningly towards the herd, acting as if she had no interest in them in the slightest.  

They were aware of her, but her act must have good, as they didn't bolt, or attack; not yet. Gradually, she neared the target, pacing closer. Suddenly, when she was near enough, she moved, a sudden lunge at the herd that had them running. Better that they fled than fought, and she wasted no time cutting away the target from the rest of the herd. she worried him, ran him, until Kieran was in a good place to strike and the stag was, hopefully, tired. She danced and weaved, always cutting off the stag, until it realized that flight was not an option. Suddenly, it stilled, the whites of its eyes flashing and its nostrils flaring, antlers lowered at her and demeanor suddenly standoffish. She danced around him, tiring him, waiting, for Kieran to find an opening.