Qeya River arjuni-akt-i

Kigipigak closed in, hugging the edge of the river, and so Lane swung wide, meaning to cut the creature off if it attempted an escape.

It did no such thing. It seemed to hardly even register the presence of the predators. 

Lane bared her teeth and gave a ferocious snarl. The sickly beast halted, and it swung its head in her direction, fixing her with its clouded, lifeless eyes. After a long moment, it finally attempted to move once more, shifting its weight from one hoof to another. It appeared to be walking in place in slow motion, completely unaware that it made no forward progress. 

Lane met Kigipigak's gaze uncertainly. There could be no doubt now that the creature suffered with Zombie Deer Disease, as Lane had named it. ...What would they do if the beast could not be herded? If it was too far gone to even be driven a few more steps into the river? Was Kigipigak prepared to end its suffering the old-fashioned way?