Lost Creek Hollow Vivamus, moriendum est

IDK why but I was kind of flailing around writing this post. aagh. If it's unclear LMK

She wasn't really sure if Sarah was brave or stupid, and her confidence moving about didn't clarify that situation any.  It soon got buried metaphorically under the chaos of this weird as hell hunt.  It wasn't every day that their prey wasn't just run to near exhaustion -- but at least the fact it had probably been flailing a while before they got there probably helped. on that aspect.

On the other hand, Treason was going to be cautious.  Following closer to Sarah's path was so far better, but there was that whole clearing the final distance to the deer that would be more of an issue.  The flailing animal caused only a bit of chaos as Treason tried to figure out how to approach.  Sarah then got control of the deer's face, so hopefully she'd be able to keep it from kicking as much and Treason could get in there as well.  Treason came around the other side, hurried but not too so, lunging in to grab it's neck -- her teeth seeking to hopefully puncture something vital, to crush anything important, or to tear with a sharp shake of her head.  She could taste the blood, but wasn't going to exactly back off and take a look at her handiwork, trying to dig her fangs in deeper.  They needed it to end before the ice got pissed at them.