Cheysuli Sage
The instant that the Stags body thuds to the forest floor, Chey leaps into the air; fist punching the sky "Wahoo!! We're eating venison tonight! Way to go with the blasting."
She turns and reaches to pat Patronis on the back in celebration; then remembers his aviersion to contact, and leaves her hand hanging mid air for a while wearing a silly smirk.
Without much pause she bounds over to the felled corpse and splashing about at the waters edge, checks that the pointer is well and truely dead (not wanting it to suffer unduly). she removes a coil of rope from her backpack and begins to tie its front hoofs together. While her hands are busy at work she looks up at her hunting partner, all the while her eyes spritely with excitement; "Do you like cherrys Patronis? You should see how many you can stuff into your bag and pockets while i get this magnificent fellow ready for transport... Come to think of it, some fresh water would go along way toward a delicious venison and wild cherry stew. Mmm.." She smacks her lips in appriciation for the tastey thought.
After tying the front legs together, she runs the rope down to its back legs and ties them too. When done, she threads her spear through the two loops so that her and Patronis can carry it back to the travellers lodge on their shoulders.