Honeyed Pasture inviting the monsters

The racing ungulate stopped abruptly, freezing in a telltale stance. It was not uncommon for fleeing prey to freeze, suddenly disappearing from sight as they blended into their surroundings. This brilliant creature, however, stood out like a divine beacon; he was not one to be missed. With a weary sigh, Muses lowered herself onto her stomach, swollen teats pressing into the frosty ground.

She would never be able to catch such a creature on her own. Her awkward, waddling gait only slowed her down, and she cares not for the ache that accompanied it if she ran for more tha  a moment. It was futile to expend energy on a chase she would lose, but perhaps she could glean a small victory in another way.

"Tell me, which god do you represent?" She called out, ignoring the hunger clawing at her stomach. The creature ws probably an entity that lorded over the deer. It was massive and plump - something ideal to feed a pack of wolves. She tried not to lick her lips again, afraid of offending the spirit. Perhaps if she showed the apparition kindness, she would be blessed by a chance to sink her fangs into its tender flesh.