Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

Little Raven didn't have the bulk or the strength to take down a large animal by herself, but what she did have was speed. She was light and nimble on her feet, and for a fleeting moment she wondered why she didn't do this more often. Most of the time, she stuck to her plants and medicinal research and left the hunting to the larger, stronger wolves of the pack. But she had forgotten how fun this could be as the wind whistled in her ears, adrenaline zinging through her system and making her blood burn and heart race.

She grinned wildly as her partner read her intentions perfectly, moving in sync with her to intercept the doe. With a terrifying snarl and a flash of teeth, he cut off the doe and she abruptly swerved, attempting to dart away from her attackers. The fawn did its best to keep pace with its mother, but it had the disadvantages of being smaller, slower, and very confused by the chaos around it. It stumbled, and in that instant Raven saw her opportunity. Like a black arrow, she shot in between the two of them, slashing at the mother's heels to drive her onward before whirling to face the fawn. The small deerling cried out for its mother but Raven buffeted its attempts to get around her.