Cedar Sweep From the wight lying in the barrow

Tiredly, Niamh strangled the breath out of the deer, not trusting herself to let go and make an attempt to bleed the creature to death. Elfie's attempt at holding onto the deer was fairly futile, and Wraen also seemed to be tiring, so Niamh simply hung on while the deer slowly weakened under the lack of breath and the weight of Niamh keeping its front end steady until it slacked against the ground, and its eyes stared off into the nothingness it was then released into. She held on a bit longer, breathing in huffs around her tight grip, before she finally let go of the deer's neck, letting its head fall, leaving it hanging by the back of its neck from Elfie's jaws. She sat down then and gave the boy a tired, but brazen grin. 

"Lookit the mighty hunter," She puffed, "And the spoils of his kill," She said. It was a light tease, but was said- albeit breathlessly- in earnest. Elfie had done well during this hunt- meaning that the young lad hadn't completely spooked the deer in the wrong direction and screwed it up. Part of their success was owed to the boy, and she wondered if this was his first time helping with the catch of a large herbivore. She nodded to him. "Good job, kid," She said, finally clarifying that she was, in fact, proud of him for helping them hunt. She turned her head to gaze at Wraen, and found herself chuckling. They were both beat. The last thing she wanted to do was start dragging the deer back right now, given how heavy it was and how tired they were. "What say we lighten the load a bit here before we bring it back toward the Copse?" She asked, licking her lips. She would happily settle in for a mal, and then proceed to drag the remnants of the carcass back once they'd each had a bit to eat. 

..Though it was probably still not the best idea. Because like anyone else, after a good bout of exercise and a good meal- Niamh would want to do nothing else but nap after eating.