The Sunspire a man of words and not of deeds

When the buck veered quickly away from him and on top of his hunting companion, Phox's eyes widened and he snarled at the hoofed beast. The hunter lay still on the ground, and he worried for a moment that she might be dead. He shuffled over to her, sniffing at her to make sure that she was indeed alive. Her chest moved, and that was enough confirmation for him.

Are you okay? Is anything broken? he asked, thinking of Meadow and wondering if she would be able to help in the event that his companion had somehow been injured. I should have been looking out better. Always quick to put himself to blame. He glanced up, but the deer had already disappeared from view.