Shadewood Dreams seem so real

She ran behind the herd, gaze never leaving Rye. So when the doe finally veered off on her own and he gave Effie the cue she had been waiting for, she wasted no time rushing forward to pick up the slack. He had done his part, and now it was time for her to do hers. Doubt and insecurity threatened to slow her paws as they thundered against the ground, but she clenched her jaw and pushed the thoughts away.

Effie picked up speed with the last bit of steam she had, which wasn't much, but it was enough to intercept their target. She was able to close the remaining space between her and the deer but had to steel herself for the actual attack. She wasn't sure she could do this. What if she failed and this was all just a huge waste of time and energy. She didn't like the feeling of having so much riding on her success; it seemed like a recipe for disaster. Still, she refused to give up. When she thought she could manage it, she jumped up and snapped her teeth, grazing the hide of the doe's shoulder. The creature released a panicked sound and suddenly changed direction in an attempt to fake Effie out. But she made up the distance eventually and snapped at the deer's thigh, earning her a kick to her own shoulder—she managed to dodge the brunt of the kick, but the hoof still clipped her, leaving a shallow gash and forcing Effie to learn a valuable lesson. 

For now, she ignored the stinging and moved back to the deer's side, jumping up again and dragging her teeth along the wound she had already made on the doe's shoulder. The deer tried to change directions again, but Effie grabbed a hold of her front leg. There was a snapping sound she hadn't been expecting and with a pained cry, the doe stumbled and fell, taking Effie to the ground with her. She had to dodge kicks from the back legs as she scrambled to get on the other side of the fallen prey. It was with none of her usual grace that she managed to jump atop the doe. She wanted to take the final bite, but she was having trouble keeping the doe where she was and shifting closer to her neck. So she looked back to Rye, wherever he was, her expression asking him to help her finish this.