Sun Mote Copse And I'm still tired of sleeping with the light on

Niamh lept suddenly, giving Clover the marching orders she had been waiting for; only the herd and Niamh mattered for now. Surged towards the congregated herbivores, who were more than aware of the imminent danger they were in. They scrambled, moving every which way to evade the two huntresses. Through the madness, Clover's gaze honed in on the weakest link—a young doe, who appeared to be injured. Clover came to the conclusion in noticing the prey's hobble, as the doe struggled to get away. 

"FOUND ONE!" Clover hollered about the clacking of hooves, before redirecting herself so she could better pursue the prey. "FOLLOW ME!" she called, as she sprang towards her target to drive the doe back towards the frozen waterway.