Deer Me, What Would Betty White Say?

Stjarna was wandering through the range chasing after grasshoppers. It was a fun past time, nothing too serious though she longed for the day when she could go on another proper hunt. Star batted a grasshopper out of the air with a grin. She'd eaten one before but she didn't care much for the taste. The crunch was nice but if only they weren't so mucusey on the inside.

Sighing she paused at a puddle of water to drink when she caught the scent of blood. Deer blood… whitetail. It was one of her favorite foods and she'd notice the scent anywhere. With her nose to the ground she started tracking. It had to be pretty injured, and recently, to lose this much blood.


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