Honeyed Pasture inviting the monsters

Every day she spent cooped up was a day longer she yearned to go out. At best, she could walk at a brisk pace beyond the borders of Donnelaith from time to time - that was, if @Doe did not catch her first. Her current state, however, rendered running unconfortable and hunting somewhat ineffective. While lactating, she could do more than set up ambushes down wind, and hope that no one would come across her trail if she so happened to dribble. It was a dull lifestyle, she thought, although she very much enjoyed caring for others. It was not the same thrill that running brought her, unfortunately.

Her gaze wandered across the frosted pasture, covered with a layer of snow Muses considered to be thin. It was perfect for running across - how she earned to let loose! - but she was restricted to a cursed waddle. How painstaking! How irksome! A curl of silver mist rose from her maw as she heaved a tired sigh.

All this forlorn gazing would surely cause her nothing but misery. She had half a mind to turn back, when a blaze of gold caught her attention, streaking along the corner of her eye. The beast was massive, four-legged, and somewhat deer-like in appearance, although impossibly rotund. He had not seen her, she assumed, for he galloped with a careless grace in her direction. If she did not move, she blended in seamlessly with any snowy environment.

Entranced, the beast watched, wondering what sort of an unearthly creature she had sighted. He neares, and she dared not move, watching with both awe and delight. The sheer size of the creature was enough to whet her appetite. Tonge slipping past her lips and running along her chops, she dared to take a step forward, hunger and excitement driving her to investigate.