why dont you caribou-t me?

After having her mouth full of puss filled bison, Taiga was loath to go on another hunting expedition. She couldn't let Raumr go it alone, however. So the big feline padded along silently behind him. Rounded ears shifted as they came in close to a herd of caribou. The ungulates were so distracted that Taiga was pretty sure they could walk up and just knock them over the head with something. She could smell blood and putrescence on the cold arctic air and her pink nose wrinkled in distaste.

Raumr laid out his plan and Taiga nodded once in agreement, her tail lashing back and forth, belying her eagerness to proceed. Gods above... were they going to have to turn into vegetarians? They couldn't eat the infected, dirt munching herbivores. She supposed they could start eating other carnivores, but their flavor wasn't as palatable.

"Taiga"