Abigail waited patiently.  Clearly, her target was unaware of her following her.   She had time to line up the shot perfectly.   As she looked through her scope, she could swear she saw antlers forming and growing from Ruby's head.  A voice in the back of her head whispered to her.  It was her own voice instead of her father's voice this time and telling her she didn't want to hurt any living creature, especially not one with intelligence and a sense of self, even more than a deer.   

Abigail blinked.  That wasn't right.  She'd come a long way from the girl who didn't want to hunt with her father.   She was powerful.  She took another long blink and drew in a deep breath.   When, she opened her eyes again, the visions were gone.  It was just her and her prey now.  She had to line up the shot again, aiming for the center of Ruby's back.   The tranquilizer should act quickly, giving her nothing more than a little sting - as if she'd been bitten by a tiny bug before she dropped into unconsciousness.  Entirely merciful.  She was practically honoring her.  One more deep breath for luck, and certainly not any feelings of guilt, and Abigail fired the shot.