A calm pitch sung aloft to a rise of beaming dawn. Draped under the tune that graces all perpetual ice, a lying twig is stomped. Each step hastens into the snow. But the agile doe can't shake off her strides. Typhon slams her dark-spined tail into a big leap. Her arrow aims true. A doe shall be harmed today. Unless.

For Amma's sake. Watch out, {{user}}! Get away from that doe!