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You know not if you are followed or pursued. You know not even if you are running from Unferth, his murdering marauders, or the dead, headless deer itself. From what you witnessed as it gored the carcasses of his men, their entrails speared upon its severed maw of a neck with hooked prongs, talons and tusks that mocked the form of a stag crowned with antlers, you think it would kill you too had you lingered.
(Your allegiance to the Song is too weak. You cannot name this rite, or understand what you have unleashed)
For as long as you dwell in the forest, the Headless Deer will slaughter and change. It will hunt you too.
(All magick has a consequence - the price of the unnatural. Use it sparingly, lest you are lost to the Wild)
