Wynonna had been in the tree branches for exactly that reason. Deer, even tiny bloodsucking deer, could not climb trees to her knowledge. There were other things here that could, certainly, and she'd cleared her branches of the dangerous ones as she sat in wait. At least for these deer, a full blind wasn't necessary, they couldn't see that far up.

Several crossbow bolts beat Wynonna to the deer as she launches herself from the tree. She skips that 3-point Superhero Landing in favour of rolling into the fall to bleed off the inertia, and trampling a couple deer in the process.

Up close, the crossbow is less accurate and less reliable for targets this small. A hiking boot is much, much more effective. The sounds they make are close enough to the baby deer sounds she's used to from home to almost feel bad about it.

"I really hated Bambi anyway."