Wild Berry Meadow Her light is diminished

Thankfully, Radar came to his aid. Now, the doe was outnumbered, with two sets of teeth to deal with instead of one. With the last shred of self-preservation left in her, she fled, and Black Hat was happy to let her do so. He panted, tongue lolling from betwixt his jaws. Uncouthly, beads of drool built on its surface and fell to the ground in long strands. He sat back on his haunches, lifting the weight from his bad shoulder and allowing it to finally relax, though it still throbbed faintly. His sorry state bruised his pride, but it couldn't be helped.

Good work, Black Hat praised once he caught his breath, attempting to regain his usual composure. It was only somewhat effective. He rarely, if ever, thanked anyone for anything verbally, but his apprecation was clear enough. Is the fawn dead?