Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

She was theirs.  Redd’s vision narrowed to only the one as it faltered more.  It was weakened enough that this time when she leapt at it she tore at its hindquarters, dragging it backwards momentarily as it bellowed in defiance.

The doe was finished.  It still stood but it was slowed, and now there was no escape. It would die by their teeth or from its wounds.  Redd would continue to widen the wound on its hip until it fell.  Unless Massaraq wished to give the doe a quicker and more merciful end.