The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

With not a single word spoken between them, the pair fell upon the doe like two arrows shot from a silent crossbow. Fig ducked and dodged as the other deer broke and bolted, leaving the expectant mother to her own devices. She scrambled to her feet with clumsy desperation and while she couldn't hope to flee as quickly as her herd, she still had just barely found her footing when Fig reached her.

The Redhawk swerved at the last moment as she took a single bound towards safety, twisting his head to snap is jaws onto her foreleg. He clenched his jaws down in an iron grasp and tugged hard, trying to pull her off her feet. The doe cried out in pain and fear as her bones crunched beneath Fig's teeth and he got his first enthralling taste of her warm blood on his tongue.