Whitefish River "brew glory,"

Rue had been so focused on herding the buck that she was nearly as startled as their prey when the other wolves sprang forth from their hiding spot. She slowed, allowing Liri and Kavik room to grab onto the deer. With a hunter attached to each foreleg, the young buck's progress slowed to a halt. Although it had been stopped in its tracks, it was still very much alive, snorting in terror as it stomped its hooves and swung its budding rack. 

Rue sprang for the creature's throat, but her timing was unfortunate. The stag chose that moment to bow its neck and project its antlers forward. Rue only had time to duck her head to protect her own face and throat. She saw stars when the hard bone of the antler scraped across the top of her skull. She staggered backwards, blood trickling from the wound behind her ear. The wound was fairly shallow, but like all scalp wounds it would bleed quite a bit. She blinked furiously and shook her head as blood ran into her eyes. As she shook, her head throbbed mercilessly.