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

The darker male grabbed the deer by the leg, rendering it incapable of fleeing, holding it in a stretched and drawn position that was perfect for Solveig’s angle of attack. She slammed into the beast with such force she felt something in the herbivore’s chest crack against her own. She’d leapt, tossed one leg over the deer’s withers and as soon as she doe keeled under her weight, she gripped the doe at its poll, and swiftly jerked her head to the side.

Soft spasms announced its death, not painless but swift. The stutter of its feet did not trouble Solveig, who knew the doe had been slain. Within minutes, she knew it would stiffen, and go still. 

This then brought her face to face with her companion, with the apple green eyes. She raised her head, a light smile on her lips as she panted softly, and took in the sight of him now, drawn close by necessity. But she felt assured, given her performance, he wouldn’t dare challenge her now.

And if he did- maybe she would’ve liked him all the more. Her hormones had already begun to make themselves known once again, now that the adrenaline from the hunt began to wear off.