(Not) Beef: It's What's For Dinner

The thing about deer was that if you weren’t quick or smart, you would starve. These were the things she knew like the top of her paws. Ruling? Leading? Diplomacy? That was all stuff she was new at and apparently sucked at. Fuck, all she wanted to do was lounge around and have a good time. She hadn’t realized there was more to the fame and glory than being gluttonous.

Pushing all that agony aside as she drowned herself with the rushing of wind in her ears, she would steal quick glances back to the steady rhythm of Vidarr. The perfect hunting partner as she took her place. Creating a wide berth as he selected their target, using all of his intimidation to cut off that old cow, she clipped in from the other side.

With her head lowered, ears folded back, and teeth snapping at the old girls ankles, one might think she was a border collie. Relentless as spittle fell from her lips, Celeste drove her closer to Vidarr until there was nowhere to run.