Firestone Hot Springs viiii. i was born to fight, to rage, to war

The first thing the wisp is aware of - awakening only moments after being knocked into the void - is a warm, wet sensation passing over her face. It's not altogether unpleasant though it sets off an alarm somewhere within, bringing her eye to open and meet his. 

The girl leaned back uncertainly, disliking her vulnerability beneath him, withdrawing groggily - glassy orb flickering about the clearing in confusion. There was a wound, somewhere beneath the warpaint of gore, which throbbed and pulsed with fresh blood as she forced herself to dainty paws, swaying slightly. 

"The fawn," Rhæ rasped, once the events of the hunt caught up with her, "did it.." The exile trailed off as she caught sight of the felled prey - sighing in relief.