Caitlyn approaches the deer slowly, rifle still raised, until she's certain it's not getting up again. Her only acknowledgement of Winter's compliment is a short nod.

"Poor thing," she says softly. It really is a nightmare to look at. "Do you think it's always been this way, or was it a normal deer that something happened to?"

She wants to get a closer look, but even if there's no life left in its eyes, the hands are still twitching, and she's not foolish enough to inspect it until that's stopped.