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The deer, unlike a bison or buffalo, seemed to know what was up and lurched this way and that, wanting to rid itself of the wolves who chased it. Niamh, however, was keen on trying the experiment to see if it would work, and if the head-smashed-in-buffalo-jump idea could also be played on deer. Unfortunately, it seemed to be harder to steer one deer than it would be to steer a herd, and she hadn't exactly counted that into her equations. The one deer had an independent mind, and wanted to swerve this way and that, though Niamh put on an extra burst of speed, leaving Rory behind a bit, in order to keep the deer from bolting in the wrong direction. When it careened away from her, she assumed Rory would have it, and steer it back- but when she looked, Rory was nowhere to be seen. 

With a huff, Niamh had to make the decision to leave the deer to run off on its own, and circled around to try and find Rory. She'd left her behind some time ago it seemed, without noticing. She was a bit confused- assuming that Rory would be a better hunter than she'd turned out to be, so with a quizzical expression on her face, and still panting softly, she wandered back down her own path until she saw the collapsed female. "Somethin' getcha er wha?" She asked with a short laugh.