The doe raises, kicking out enraged! Kill me then, if you'd have me!
And it is the young huntress which strikes, diving under kicking limbs and to a back leg where she might yank it from under the doe, who falls hard and heavy with a loud bellow to the earth.
The game was over. The night shadow hunter would be left to dart fort, seizing the caribou by the throat, maybe with his partner to join, until the last breath has been taken.

"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"
