It is with an absolute swiftness does Yaalk'ali strike. His aim is not for the doe, but the child rushing after her. Still with a struggle to find the strength and agility in her legs which her mother held. Yaalk'ali was not foolish enough, nor perhaps strong enough to pull down the mother on his own and not without the help of his follower either.

The screams of the child's slipping life would be enough. By the time the mother realized her fawn was no longer directly behind her, the damage had already been done.

With a retreating doe, Yaalk'ali stands over the fawn panting, a river of blood down his chest. His pale eyes searching through the woodland for the woman of silver and gold.