Neverwinter Forest painted the hunger onto my skin

Miyako followed his gaze to an aging buck, lingering near the back of the herd, his joints and mind clearly deteriorated with the years. He rumbled his plan to her, and she gave him a sharp nod of agreement, not needing to say anything else. In fact, she was going to suggest the same thing--she was quick, and he was strong. He could bring down this male if she tired him out enough.

"This might get messy," she warned softly, "but we'll make it work." With that, Miyako slinked into the clearing, eyes fixed on the herd, moving so quietly there was no way the deer could sense her dark pelt in the dim woods. She picked up her pace a little as she approached the old buck, then, with a leap, flung herself at his grazing form and nipped at his shoulder.

With a bellow of alarm, the prey spun on his heels and began to stumble away. Miyako dived expertly to avoid the flurry of hooves, then lunged forward in hot pursuit, saliva dripping from her open jaws as she chased the buck from his friends. With satisfaction, she realized they were headed almost directly toward Drogon, crouched at the edge of the trees.