He ran his fingers through her hair, then cringed. The deer blood was attracting a hunter- of whatever species- to them. He stood with their meal. "We must go."
As they ran, something jumped out of the tree, onto the deer. It grabbed the deer, and stood there. A dark shadow, that seemed to have spikes sticking out. You couldn't see what it was. It stared at Everett, and then Terra. And then it started to claw at the deer.
Everett, out of instinct, dropped the deer and grabbed Terra, pulling her into the safety of his arms. He let out a growl to their attacker, and quickly put Terra behind him, so he would take a full hit.
Sheldon blinked. "okay then, no need to get hostile." He sighed. "so you are the father." He shook his head, "how old are you? you look at least 19 in my opinion."