The Sunspire a man of words and not of deeds

The ailing buck made a sharp turn, away from the deafening snaps of teeth on his left, veering straight into the waiting jaws of Exousia.

She grabbed him by the base of his throat but struggled to maintain her precarious grip. Suddenly, she disappeared in a whirlwind of upturned snow, falling beneath the buck as it trampled right over her and away from the two wolves. The fallen Exousia lay stunned in its wake, her eyes wide and chest heaving, her life having flashed before her very eyes.

The deer made it out of sight over the nearest snowdrift.