Blacktail Deer Plateau we are the crazy people.

When her only response to his comment was to give a large wink and turn towards the enraged animal once more, Dante felt a wave of exasperation come over him. This changed to relief when, instead of running at the stag as he half expected her to do, she charged in the opposite direction, her barks indicating that he should probably follow. Like he wasn't.

Taking off after her, he in no way was going to surpass her, but did not fall too far behind either. In any event, he got well away from the stag, his only goal at the moment.

"You.... you are crazy," he said when he caught up to her, breath short from the sprint and from adrenaline. "What the hell?" He was sincerely curious what possessed her to take up such a dangerous pastime... there was no way in hell Dante would ever do something like that himself. He couldn't fathom it.