Firestone Hot Springs viiii. i was born to fight, to rage, to war

Spoiled. That's what he saw this woman be. Incapable of taking no for an answer and showing attitude just because things were not going her way. The stoic knight looked forward to rewarding her, resentfully, with the meal he had promised for her help, and then eating alone once again. Without her looming over his shoulder like a teenager raging with confusing tempers. 

Thankfully, as if the Gods themselves had taken pity on the quarreling duo, the injured fawn appeared. Quickly Rosencrantz stopped in his track, he would grab the dark woman by the scruff and stop her from moving forward should she not see the thing herself. 

Once they were on the same page, Rosencrantz went into action. Eye steadily on the fawn, never moving, attentive to its movements as he would stop the moment it seemed to suspect something was lurking. Injured, it laid there in hopes to recover before a predator would come to finish the job... sadly for it, they had already arrived. Stalking around the resting prey, Rose poised himself for the perfect strike once more and - lunged forward in a hunger driven fury, out of the cover of stones with jaws open and desiring nothing more than to finish the job he had started. 

Latching onto the throat of the beast, this time his strike was true and deadly. Claws digging into the neck at either side, ensuring his position atop the soon to be panic-struck fawn. Hopefully, his reluctant companion was not stubborn enough to have missed her own opportunity.