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It was persistent, as all deer should be. Célnes held respect for deer for not only the reason of their religion, but in general they were beautiful creatures who went through a lot. Even upon trying to bring down she was determined to stay upwards and continued running, only with Célnes biting and clawing at her side, and a fire-lit eye glancing back toward Donovan.

Then downwards did her gaze set to the inwards that tumbled to the ground. It was but another reason to respect for their resilience was extreme, even if they were near death, they would rather flee with the grim reaper upon their back, then to feed the hungry wolves. She did not mind the sight, for it was something to be used to as a wolf and a hunter of the land, but surely she watched the organs fall to the floor behind, and noted so. It would be a waste to leave them for the crows.

And finally, she decided as Donovan had done the bulk of the work, she needed proof as well to have done so, and went for the killing strike. As organs fell the vision of the deer was fading and death was around the corner. She lunged her body foward to grab at it's neck, a scheme that not only brought herself down in the mess, but the deer also toppled the the floor. A strong grip to it's neck as blood spewed from the all the bites, and a carpet of scarlet was laid waste to the two hunters.

She wouldn't let go until it's last breath.