Iðunn squinted at the herd of White-tailed deer, ears flicking in mild irritation. Spring had been so long ago that the fawns were now too large to take down on her own, but at least it meant the mothers weren't overprotective and willing to kick her in the face for even daring to get close. She grinded her molars together, hunkering down in the large shrub so she could continue staring at them.
It was unfortunate that the larger of the species were found up in the north, but she disliked the hot weather to the south so much she was willing to deal with it. Her eyes darted between each ungulate, mulling over the pros and con of each individual as she tried to decide if it was even worth risking an injury just to have a meal. There were always smaller prey alternatives, even if they were not nearly as filling or exciting to take down. She huffed softly to herself, preparing to disengage from her hunting position. Living uninjured was a smarter decision that trying to take one down solo.
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