Duck Lake child is slowly taken

Need food.

Even her inner voice sounded weak and thin—wasting away along with the rest of her. She was so hungry and starved that her belly didn't even ache anymore, though the fresh yearling still knew she needed to eat something, or she would soon die. Somehow, the girl had made it this far on her own, despite her severely lacking skills of the hunt. Her parents had abandoned her before she could learn, and the juvenile had spent a great deal of her life living off the scraps she could scavenge or the rare critters she managed to catch.

For a while, she even lived off the kindness of others. That was probably the main reason she was still alive, but she had left them weeks? months? ago and never looked back. It was a stupid decision, and one that Zombie couldn't really explain... but it was likely because deep down, buried in her subconscious, the girl didn't know how to exist in comfort.

Starving was the only life she had ever known.

Femur clutched tightly in her jaws, the yearling approached the lake—drawn towards it by the obnoxious calls of the ducks that gave it its name. Drawing close to the water's edge, Zombie carefully laid down the femur and placed a firm forepaw over it as she bent her head down to drink.