Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Her analysis of the pair was careful, concise. Her decision was made quickly.

A glance to Pangur, a gesture to the younger of the deer, and then the blonde woman shot out of the bush with a snarl.

The deer, startled, began to run after a moment of stumbled legs and panic. They would not chase long, not with Pangur's injured leg, only long enough to take the power from their deadly hooves. Injured leg or not, they were better off sore than with a cracked skull.

Eydis kept pace, snapping at legs and remaining only a few tail-lengths behind.