Dawnlark Plains currant

rolled for this and got a 4, oop!  If you want, feel free to wrap and decide the outcome!

Things would have to go right if they were to succeed.  Luck could compensate in some instances but a hunter never relied on this when the moment came.  Redd knew to count on such things meant to go home hungry more often than not.

Cambria did not seem keen on engaging.  Redd quietly measured the distance, then surged into action, springing out into the open and snarling, her intention clearly to drive the doe towards her hidden partner.

Then her injured leg faltered.  Redd stumbled, leaving an opening that the doe immediately took.  It sprang in front of her, avoiding her snap at its legs as it did so.  She tried to spin and follow but knew her chances at catching up were bleak.

Unless luck, or Cambria, somehow intervened, the hunt was lost.