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Theia was blissfully unaware of her visitor until it nabbed a piece of her kill. Fueled by hunger and raw instinct, a growl tumbled from her chest, ears flattening and face contorting into a threatening snarl towards the unwelcome guest. Get your own meal, She venomously spat, standing over the carcass possessively. Theia was a loaded gun with the safety off right now, aimed and ready to fire if triggered. She was already selfish and let her emotions control her, and now she was starving, too. It was a recipe for disaster.