Ravensblood Forest And if you long to never die

Her struggle with the deer didn't last long, thankfully; soon, she felt the deer falter and then fall the ground on top of her. She was pinned by the weight of the creature, but it didn't matter, she could still do what needed to be done. Her teeth quickly found the vulnerable part of the doe's neck and without any hesitation, Simmik snapped her jaws down on the flesh there. More blood stained her cheeks and neck but the deer's struggle was quickly over—no sense in making her suffer like they had done the wolverine. That awful creature had wanted to hurt them; the deer only wanted to get away. Unfortunately for her, she and her fawn would now fill her belly as well as Donovan and the wolves of his pack. 

When the Doe finally went limp on top of her, she squirmed beneath her to no avail. After a few more moments of struggling, she looked to Donovan. A little help here? she asked. She hadn't thought much past the moment of the kill, and now she wasn't sure she would be able to free herself without some assistance.