Hoshor Plains i think she may be maybe almost sorta fun

Josiah watched hungrily as the two fawns pranced freely about, seemingly without parental guidance (he was not at an angle to see the buck, unfortunately). He'd begun to grow more restless than his norm, perhaps due to hunger, and was plotting out ways to approach the scene. Of course, seeing as the fawns were still young and surviving off of instinct as opposed to experience, he figured that he'd have more options.

A few moments passed by. Josiah noticed that one of the fawns seemed fatigued; it had fallen, bouncing right back up to continue its game, though without the fervor of its companion. He licked his jowls hungrily, moving down into a crouch and taking the first step forward.