Blacktail Deer Plateau & she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy’s eyes

The Huntsman had not expected his young fawn to attack, her meek and frightened attitude she had shown the day he had seen her cast to the winds of the plateau. If he were to admit he was startled by her ferocity as her teeth raked into his leg and her shoulder collided into his side, he'd say he believed he was beginning to grow soft... or lying.

'Soon,' he reminded himself. He found his mark with an angry groar, swiping his claws toward her eyes and face to seek her off of him. His strength allowed him to stay upright despite her initial attack, but from here he struggled to spy an opening lest he twist his body further than it could go. With the risk of being toppled over, brought himself backward on his hind legs to a stand, pulling his paws around to slam into her with a lashing maw.

He must get somewhere, he fought within his head. Weaken her. Blind her. Maim her—all until he can clamp his daggers around her jugular and puncture her. Let her blood seep into the earth and know he had done his job, and that he had done it well.

But, for now, was the fun part.