Blinking splinters and wood dust from her eyes, the doe heard a growl off to her right. The wolf had survived her brutal attack, dodging out of the way at the last moment. Overpowered and outmatched, the starving beast is desperate, and it presses its attack. The wolf leaped at her again, growling and snarling.
The doe did not give the wolf another free taste. She was ready this time. She swung her massively muscled right arm, connecting violently with the wolf's side. There was a satisfying crack of broken ribs, and the wolf fell yelping to the ground again.
The wolf scrambled a moment, then got to its feet. Limping, it turned on the doe again, making a soft whimpering sound. Looking dazed, it stumbled slightly, but then growled, stalking towards the doe yet again.
"You're too stupid to quit, aren't you?" the doe said, frustrated.
The wolf jumped at her again. This time, she did not hit it. She reached out and grabbed it hard by the ruff of fur around its brittle neck, and slammed it into the ground. The wolf yelped, more bones cracking and snapping. She did not release the animal, swinging it up and to the side to smash against a tree.
Blood ran from the wolf's panting mouth, and one eye was dark red. It moved slowly, sluggish in the doe's grasp, with bones broken and organs battered, it yet refused to die.
"You poor thing," the doe said mockingly. For all her life, the wolves had been creatures of fear and terror. A doe had never fought a wolf before and survived, as far as she knew. There was a cruel satisfaction in killing this creature. She reached her free hand towards its mouth, to wipe away the blood. Maybe she would taste a little, to further mock the dying beast.
She never got a chance. "Ow!" Broken, beaten, and dying, the wolf had still lashed out, snapping at her hand and painfully biting her fingers. The situation wasn't funny any longer, anger taking the place of the doe's cruel amusement.
"You bastard!" She shook the wolf hard, then threw it as hard as she could through the trees. Branches snapped as the howling beast flew between the trees, out of view. There was no thud of the wolf landing, though. Instead, the doe heard a wet splash.