Disclaimer: I do no own any part or parcel of The Song of Ice and Fire series. That right belongs to the talented George R.R. Martin. I am just using his skills as a muse for my own entertainment. The character of Misha is mine and does not appear in any of the books or the television.
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The scent was clear on the cold wind. Misha immediately started to follow it, weaving her way silently between the trees. She could already taste the freshness of the meat; feel the deer's life's blood as she swallowed it, hot in her belly. Salivating at the thought, she quickened her pace, knowing she was gaining on her prey. She had eaten the previous day but the animal was small, not enough to satiate her hunger. She focussed solely on her hunt, ignoring the world around her, seeing, tasting, and smelling only the dear that was mere strides ahead of her.
Seemingly, out of nowhere, a huge buck appeared. Misha had never seen one so big or so angry. She had just enough time to turn her body to protect her soft, vulnerable body. This was not enough. A thick antler, sharp as a man's spear caught her in the shoulder and punctured through eight inches across. The huge animal shook its head, flinging Misha ten feet away and tearing the puncture into a long gaping wound. Misha didn't even have time to find her feet when the animal was on her again; stomping her with its large cloven hooves. Misha howled in pain as the animal found its mark, breaking her front leg as though it was no thicker than a twig, she knew she could not get away from it now. Luckily, her howl was resoundingly loud enough to strike natural fear into the creature. The buck bounded away, following the path of the deer while Misha dragged her weakening body to the small protection of a looming oak tree before her vision faded to black.