The Heartwood I'm at One

Heph instantly felt the shift in the buck from panic to desperation as he realized that he had been subtly shifted from the herd and was now well and fully severed from any potential safety that they might offer him. He swung his antlers around, sending tufts of fur flying and what would most likely be an impressive bruise beneath her pelt on her shoulder but nothing dire. It only served to heighten the feeling of adrenaline coursing through her as she snapped at him to keep him distracted and on course.

She was almost too intoxicated to notice Dreven tearing into the buck but she forced her weight to hit back on her extended forelegs, throwing her body out of the way as he went in for the kill. He ripped open the throat of the animal in a swift clean kill and she finally mustered the energy to turn around and begin a trot toward him. "Fun and fruitful." Her normally blaise air was tainted by the blood on her muzzle and the disheveled state of her fur, the light in her eyes belying the fact that she had in fact found pleasure in the hunt.