Haunted Wood I wanna do no work

the woman steps out of reach, going as far as to snap in the girl's face. rage, quick and brutal, blossoms. snarl escapes her, even as the woman turns tail and runs. she's bold enough to risk a challenge, but coward enough to shut it down just as quickly when she turns tail and bolts after memory. food is the main priority, but her rage has her doubt that. 

still, she moves after the small group when Vanity does, hackles and gimlet stare signal enough that this is not over. when they near the deer, she throws herself against the side of the thing, sinking fangs into a flank. a kick catches her in the hock, but she hangs on grimly as the deer begins to slow, falter; a deadweight.