Rising Sun Valley Fresh Meat… and it’s me

She leapt back. Keeping away from a kicking hoof or a swing of antlers. Snapping on empty air near meaty haunches, she tried to keep the pressure on the deer. But, she had to get him to run. He would be more exposed, more prone to open attack from the two men.

Biting down her nerves, Malila skipped in front of the deer. Using his defensive aggression to her advantage. Growling softly, feigning a lunge. Goading him. Acting as a target for him to come chase, so the others could go in for the take down while he was distracted.