Stone Circle hold your devil by his spoke and spin hi(m) to the ground

colt licked his dark lips and watched the sharp tines lift into view. they'd have to be careful, and she would be worthless to help in her current state.
colt carefully surveyed the lay of the land. it sloped downward here. perhaps if he could get the bastard to stumble he'd have a chance.
"yew stay here. i'm fixin' to get into place over there." his voice was low. he gestured across from them, where the terrain smoothed upward. if the deer bolted up, he could catch it there, counting on a stumble.
his red eyes burned toward her. "ready?" colt didn't wait. he slunk off to get into position.