Duck Lake what do you see

The crippled doe careened down the slope into the rich, soft grasses beneath. Goldry threw himself down after it before he noticed Aguta had done the same. He barely lurched out of her way, then righted himself and sprinted between the pronghorn and its friend, blocking any aid or route of escape. He would take the secondary support role now while the black woman closed in on the flailing doe.

Now that its route was cut off, the pronghorn shot deeper into the grove with Aguta hot on its heels. Goldry chased after them, his lungs aching, his heart thudding, his paws whispering across the earth. He had an open-mouthed grin and dancing eyes. The hunter was fully alive.

He dodged around a clump of trees just as Aguta swiped at the doe's hind legs. Aguta's aim was true, and the doe reeled head over heels into the tall grass; but it lashed out with a vicious kick as it went down, intent on fighting until the bitter end.

Goldry rushed in, snatching the back of the pronghorn's slender head between his teeth, clamping down as it heaved itself upright. He prevented the doe from lifting its head, and he forced it into an awkward position by throwing his weight down. The doe tried to compensate by leaning onto its broken front leg, but it crumpled.