Eat 'Em Up

Mule deer were a thing. Sid wasn't sure that she'd ever eaten one, but she wanted to. The girls stomach was growling in protest with a steady "Feed me. Feed me. Feed me." So she supposed she would listen and feed it. She had nothing better to do.

Pink nose wiggled, testing the wind to locate the small herd of deer. Could you even call three deer a herd? She didn't know. Still, herd or not, she was gonna eat one. Mismatched eyes cast to the ground as she noted the hoofprints pressed into damp earth. Some were larger than others. Sid wasn't huge, so she'd probably choose one of the smaller deer to gnaw on. That was being responsible, right? Not killing more than she could eat or something? Hmm... when she found the deer, was she going to be able to kill it herself?

"Siduri"