A baby deer wasn't nearly as intimidating as a full grown deer, or at least that was what the Donata thought from a distance. As her mother spoke it became clear that she would be going about this alone, or at least she would be at first.
The girl swallowed around the large lump in her throat. Now was no time to be getting anxious about it, after all, there were other wolves counting on her. She clenched her teeth, drawing a bracing breath before she moved to close the distance between herself and the fawn.
It noticed her coming, of course - and took off running with the girl close on its heels. She managed to land a bite on its back end, but her mother had told her to grab it by the throat. At least it seemed to trip the baby deer up, the young wolf losing some momentum of her own as she sidestepped to avoid a flailing hoof. At least now she knew she would have to bite harder if she wanted to draw blood.