Cedar Sweep From the wight lying in the barrow

Fortunately, Niamh wasn't left alone with the deer for long, and Wraen came charging in to restrain the animal by grabbing near its hind end- Niamh couldn't see much past the fur of the deer's neck, but she felt the animal jerk and saw past its tawny hide a flash of darker fur that was sent a few feet back, accompanied by the dull thud of hoof on fur. Niamh clenched her jaws tighter, as though to punish the animal for striking out at Wraen, and felt it lurch slightly as Elfie made a grab for the animal's pelt as well. 

Niamh wasn't sure if Elfie would be able to hold on without getting kicked as well- and she had no way of checking on Wraen's well-being while she held onto the deer, but she couldn't very well let the thing go. She wrenched her head to the side, and swung her hips around so that she could align her body with the deer's, and shoved her shoulder into the deer's near shoulder, causing its forelegs to buckle. Still wrenching its neck off to the side at a harsh angle, she continued to put pressure on the deer's shoulder until it was forced off its front feet and onto its knees, making it less likely that it would be able to strike out at Elfie with its hind feet. Slowly, its haunches sank to the ground, but even then, Niamh held on, unwilling to let go until she was absolutely certain the deer wasn't just incapacitated, but dead.