Oh no! Even Nanaue is startled out of his self-appointed tasks to notice the broken wheel. The others look like they are taking care out it, though, so he doesn't bother them. Instead, he starts wandering around, looking for more pretty flowers... or rocks... or birds...

"Sad lady...?" he asks, glancing around curiously toward the noise. The many sets of bright eyes look like lights - little fairies? Or bugs? But he gives a sharp, annoyed grunt when it becomes clear they are larger beasts. Predators baring their fangs at them. Irritated, Nanaue lets out a roar in response - for all his child-like speech, there is nothing human about this loud noise that seems to shake the tree branches. He stomps one foot in challenge, like an angry bull. Some of the strange, mean deer seem to hesitate for a moment. Calculating, the way most predatory creatures do, the odds of injury or death versus success. One of them, perhaps younger and less experienced, drives the charge and launches at Nanaue, two others not far behind.

The first one he catches by the throat, easily lifting its body with his other hand and ripping its head off. He throws the body at one of the creatures charging toward him.