Ravensblood Forest falling like ashes to the ground

Sorry I absolutely did not clue in that it was my turn, oh crap.

This was quite an event for the boy, who had never before participated in a large-scale thing such as a hunt. And to do so with his injury — he was frowning when the order first came, and he took a nervous look at the target, turning his head a little from one side to another as if to make a point. Look a deer! No, just black. Oh, there it was again! Oh, just black. He stopped when Constantine regarded him and mentioned, We'll make quick work to be kind, and the boy scoffed softly with a huff from his nose.

But he would help. He would try, anyways. Soon enough they were settling in to positions; Screech watched as Constantine rushed at the doe and he made sure to keep her aligned with his good eye, but still approached at a lesser speed just in case something came up on his opposite side to impede him. He wasn't sure what the others would be doing so he waited for them to get in to position too before picking up speed. Although he had one eye, Screech was surprisingly fleet of foot — he came at the doe eventually and began snapping and scaring her, keeping her in line so the others could get at her.