Lost Creek Hollow Vivamus, moriendum est

Treason would have had second thoughts about following Sarah straight on the ice, had she known that Terance's sister did not really care for the possible danger and would not mind breaking through the ice and dying by drowning. Fighting her way through the flames and smoke, surviving in the end, even if being plagued by nightmares long afterwards, had killed her sense and understanding of danger. She had been to hell and back and feared nothing. Which was a good thing for her, but not so good for others. 

The groan of ice, did not escape her attention though and she frowned in Treason's direction, but, when it seemed that the lady in question had decided to progress via another route, dedicated no more attention to her. The deer, having spotted the two approaching wolves, was now desperately scrambling forwards on the ice, but did not have much luck in it. For a split of a second Sarah felt sorry, but right after that sprang in action, paws slipping at some steps, she cut off the deer's path and avoiding the flailing limbs and sharp hooves, or being head-butted in her jaw, grabbed the animal by it's snout, effectively keeping it on the spot for time being. 

If Treason was quick enough to do the rest, the only task they would have, would be dragging the bountiful prize to the nearest bank and feast.