Haunted Wood the greater cause

the branch had been on her blind side, and when it had cracked it sprang up out of the leaves and hit her square in the shin.  if ingrid were the type of woman to be subdued by shame, she might have been in this moment.  instinct drove her instead to lunge towards the deer.  with the man's jaws clasped around its windpipe, the deer's soft underbelly was revealed. 

fueled by fury from her misstep, she grasped it across the abdomen with her massive jaws and leveraged her weight backwards to break its skin.  its entrails spilled onto the ground in a bloody tangle as a failing bleat squeaked past its astonished mouth.