Heron Lake Plateau Ma'am... Some other sunset

The sound she heard startled her- but awakened her as well, as she recognized that sound as one belonging to Quixote, who'd signalled the beginning of the chase with a low chuff. As soon as she caught sight of a flurry of movement in the tall grass, she surged forward, snaking her way toward the deer like a golden arrow, as they spooked the herd into action. The dangerous looking stag went in one direction, thankfully, but their chosen target still wasn't quite alone. Their only hope, then, would be to pick off the other deer and separate them from its side. 

As the deer scattered around the edge of the lake, some stayed with their target, so Niamh made the choice to peel a couple away from the buck- a healthy doe and what she assumed was one of last year's fawns, as it was on the slimmer side for a deer. They'd been dogging their target quite closely, but Niamh was quick and like a sheepdog, she seethed forward, aiming for the gap between their heels and uttering a snarl, so that the two does would cut away from their chosen target, and make it easier for them to single him out.