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Rory didn't disagree, so Niamh simply nodded. "Ma talked about this place, up North, with plateaus like this. But they had like...Buffalos, or something like that." She said. "Apparently they'd hunt them this way up there," She said, though she'd never seen it happen and nor had she learned the particulars about running a bunch of animals off a cliff. Nor did she realize that there was a big difference between what went on upstairs for buffalo versus deer...As a charging herd of buffalo were much, much more inclined to simply go than a deer was. But she'd heard the story, and Niamh was game for giving anything a shot. 

They continued on for a short while, closing in bit by bit, until Niamh caught sight of the deer grazing ahead in the distance. She stood still, watching with ears flattened as the doe picked her way forward slowly, snuffling and trying to find something edible underneath a thin layer of snow. The doe lifted her head to pick at a few dead leaves still hanging to a bush, and as it did so, it seemed to have picked up on the danger that was close at hand. 

Using that moment, Niamh nodded vaguely to Rory and then sprang forward. The deer bolted directly away from them, and Niamh pursued. "Gotta keep her on a straight-ish-line in this direction," She called out between paces, continuing to press the deer forward with the hopes that her head-smashed-in-deer-jump idea would actually work. 

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