Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Minus a leg, the young deer was far lighter for the two of the to cart back. Pangur nodded as Eydis rose to begin the trek back home, and leaned in to help lift the other half. 

She would fill the air with celebratory song as they walked, a soft hum occasionally splitting into murmured words, music to the benefit or perhaps detriment of Eydis' ears and sanity.