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

Kill itttt! :P

Quixote apparently had pretty bad timing but if something was going to go wrong, of course it was gonna happen to him.  As Colt and Niamh made the deer reel away from them, he'd dove to try to get a bite in.  It was, needless to say, a complete miss and for his troubles one of the deer's rear hooves hit a glancing blow off his chest and shoulder.  He was probably lucky it didn't crack the forward edge of his scapula, but he was pretty sure that pain he felt now was a nice cut on top of the brand new bruises-to-be.  And he just healed up, too!

The hit had made him fall behind in comparison to the others, but it wasn't going to take him too horribly long to catch up catch up, especially since Elwood had scored a nice hit on the buck -- it slowed, starting to favor the leg that had been bitten.  It should be pretty easy for the rest to swarm it.  Given his proximity, Quixote would probably just have to bring up the rear and make sure it stayed dead when he got there, ignoring the pain thanks to a handy dose of adrenaline.  Give him a few minutes and he'd be limping along, too.