Firefly Glen Scattered Arif

As the chased, the distance between the able-bodied protectors of the herd and the injured one grew. Where in spring and summer they may have held fast as a formidable wall of flesh and antlers, now they were distracted, stupefied with the promise of the breeding season. She shouted, Got it! while Bronco kept his pace with her.

Toad did her best to use her thick legs to spring forward, just a bit closer. She was by no means a very fast animal, but she knew exactly what Bronco needed. She needed to slow the beast down just a bit before he could use his weight to pin it. It wasn't a particularly large deer, but neither was its injury a particularly bad injury. Toad moved swiftly, but found that the terrain made her fumble a fair bit for quite a distance.

At last, after many seconds of running, she was finally able to grasp at the injured ankle at the back. Nastily, she nipped hard, literally at its heels. Though she was unable to cut it off with an agile maneuver, the good ol' wearing down started to do the trick. Another hard nip and pull. One of its hooves struck out at her in desperation, kicking her in the shoulder, but even this movement was enough that the animal lost its sure footing and slowed.

It was up to him to make his move.