Honeyed Pasture trek along?

Further weight came down heavy on the other end, forcing thin legs to scramble against the snow and finally- finally buckled. Around them, a splattering of crimson dotted the snow, painting their battle into the earth with each stroke their bodies as they tore through the snow and mud.

Pangur did not waste the moment that Galen had given to her. A killer's instinct in her eye, she rescinded her grip, pulled back, and lunged for the softest part of the neck, opening it up to the biting winter air. She stumbled back, the deer wildly shaking her off in one last act of desperation, its antler cutting upwards, nicking a tear just below the huntress's eye; too close for comfort! Pangur was once again, lucky.

It was too late however, for the buck in all of his vigour, at least he had gotten some vengeance, left his mark bleeding from peachy cheeks. Its body slid slowly to the snow, weakly twitching until it fell still, asphyxiated.

There was a burn in her cheeks, though she was unable to tell if it was the thrill of the hunt or the sting of the gash across her undereye. She let out a maniacal laugh despite it all, heaving and huffing. Ha! We did it! She celebrated, giving his shoulder a rough shove and skipping a circle around him, her tail raised pridefully.

Then she stumbled again, let her tiredness wash over her; before she could eat, she would have to lay here a minute. She rolled onto her back, staring up at the sky while her breaths came quickly and left mist in the cold air. Her heart was beating a hundred miles a minute, joy, a warm feeling in her chest. She let out a soft groan.