Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur hooked to a leg, and with that Eydis was quick to grab the throat. Her jaw tight, the deer slowing, she prepared to either pull it down or dodge hooves.

The deer stopped now, attempting to pull from the grips of their fangs, Eydis planted her feet. The young deer were always stubborn, but their meat was supple and unshaken by the hardships of life - it was a meal well worth the struggle.

Her eyes looked to her companion, checking to see that she was still in good condition.