Lake Rodney My Royces' Rolled

She watched as Pool dragged the deer into the water, ensuring it was dead. She held on until not a twitch came from it.
The herd watched from a safe distance towards their fallen comrade.

She let go, stagging a few steps and taking deep breaths, feeling quite winded. Still, there were things to do. She turned back to the kill, tilting her ears then cupping them towards the pale woman.
"You good?" She asked almost breathlessly. She'd almost recovered now.

She moved back towards the body, making sure this stranger wasn't about to turn on her and they started to fight for it. She couldn't. Maybe. If it happened, she would have to fight for it.