Blacktail Deer Plateau the meaning of life

Raid smiles awkwardly and dips her head, teeth flashing as she tears into her portion of the kill. The smell of blood is fresh in the air, and the flesh is still warm when she takes her first bite. It'd been some time since she had last had a fresh meal as large as this and thus, Raid savours the moment. She takes her time to eat her fill and when satisfied, reclines back on her haunches, licking her lips. Her muzzle is stained crimson and so are some portions of her fur; she wants to wash it away but the sleepy drowsiness, associated with a full stomach, is beginning to overtake her and she is content to let it draw her into the realm of dreams. Everything else could wait.