Larksong Grotto it's always you

she was a persistent thing. he could give her that much. it would not be his ideal way to hunt with a woman attached to him, but he wanted to see what she had to offer. if it was her specialty, after all.
he chuffed. nodded his head. the path the deer, doe, had taken was short lived. he paused over a small ridgeline of snow, the brown furs of their target a siren amidst a quiet night.
kicking up snow in his way, the hunter's fury was born. trekking through downwind, they would take her head on. unaware, grazing, the poor thing wouldn't stand a chance against the backdrop of two ferocious beasts starving for her life on their tongues.