Noctisardor Bypass He really threw the staplegun

it'd been so long since she'd last seen a deer, really, as if that explained it. it had been in front of her quite suddenly, really, baleful dark stare fixed on her as the pair set eyes on each other from across the glade. fern had quite suddenly frozen, an "oh!" escaping her before she could stop it. 

it was all the deer needed to step back toward the wood, seeking to make just as quickly an exit as it had appeared. instinct kicks in a moment or so later, delayed by her surprise. then she's tumbling down the easy incline, after the deer (which starts rather badly) and making for the things heels. then she's running it back the way it came, sharp barks and snaps towards the flying heels of the doe effective at driving its direction, at least. it could probably lose her fairly easily in a clearing, but in the woods neither has the distinct advantage.