Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

The deer ran from the harassment in to the field of frozen earth, where it tripped and was caught by the ankle in the uneven ground. Colt came next: the doe struggled as its windpipe was crushed. The smell of red struck Indra hard after that; she could not watch and feigned being out of breath to cover her revulsion, a ripple of familiarity sliding down her spine.

The girl sauntered closer and kept behind Colt as he worked the deer to death. She could not watch.