Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

The chase began.  The focus of the hunt set her blood to pounding in her ears, a match for the frenzied rush of hooves on packed earth.  She was wary of the danger the other scattered deer presented but her focus was narrowed to one.

She was aware of her companion only for positioning, trusting that he was there and fine so long as he did not fall behind.  As it swerved from him, she put on a burst of speed and snapped at its placed foreleg.  She did not catch, but tore, dropping back just in time to miss a desperate kick in her direction.

She’d hoped to cripple it, but it was faltering more now.  Soon it would stumble.