Whitefish River "brew glory,"

The leader's perception of the world was splintered from her angle as the petrified buck thrashed, trying to shake off the pair of Alphas that had latched onto its front. She was only vaguely aware of the scent of blood beneath her nose, Rue's blood, and felt a spike of concern. 

The sylph clung until the moment came where she could release her hold on the tetrapod's leg to reach for its throat. Her fangs tore a shallow wound in the ungulate's jugular - glancing only briefly against the buck's flesh before she fell to the ground. 

The pallid fae circled out of the buck's path, eyes landing on Ruenna with concern as her head shook to and fro, searching for an opening to tear into its side.