Heron Lake Plateau Ma'am... Some other sunset

She took care to steer the doe away from their chosen target, with Colt aiding her on her other side. The last thing she'd want would be an overprotective herdmate to turn and help him escape, so she growled menacingly and snapped at the doe's heels, spurring her forward at a remarkable pace and away from the young buck they'd chosen, which had begun to lag behind the rest of them. 

Quixote had managed to get it off stride for a moment, but not quite enough to bring it down. Niamh didn't have the weight to sling around, but she was extremely quick with her long, spindly legs, so she veered back toward the buck, which had no choice but to go either forward or into the lake- and the latter was certainly a death wish. She was able to gain ground, coming in at an angle, and when she came within close enough proximity to make a snap at the buck's legs, she'd arrived at its fore, and leapt forward to snap at its near shoulder, hoping if nothing else to cause it to balk, so the others could catch up, surround, and take it down.