sad eyes, baby

Oblivious, she a hopeless fool who knew naught of the consequences. She had not seen the deer, though its scent was easy to detect on the wind, and it was only the rustle of thudding hooves that alerted her to movement, brows arching, ears twisting. She had not been on the hunt and did not pursue, continuing along her trail and blind to the dangers from above, and by the time she recognized an assault, it was too late to dodge the onslaught and she snarled at the feel of teeth digging into her scruff. Her reaction was immediate as her figure twisted harshly, seeking to twist over onto the earth in her hopes of dragging the predator from its perch and slamming the brunt force of her shoulder blade into it. If it wanted to make a meal of her, it was going to have a damned hard time doing so.