Blacktail Deer Plateau You can't stomach that stuff, that's not in you

@Rosencrantz maybe?

Even with Erzulie offering the lion's share of any food found to her children, Nieve was feeling the cruel effects of the famine. Her belly tucked sharply up from her ribs, which were just beginning to show through her coat. Her fur lacked its customary lustre, appearing more straw than shimmering gold. Her face was morphing from chubby-cheeked cherub to lean, drawn wolf.

She was hungry, and that's what drove her into the trees to look for prey. Every scent trail she found was stale, but she followed them dutifully anyway, sniffing the leaves and roots and shoving her nose into the leaf litter in search of anything fresh. She did this for several hours, stomach rumbling, refusing to become frustrated by telling herself the next one would be the one. Just one more trail. The next will bear fruit.

But the next only led her to the plateau's edge, where she stopped and sat, disappointed, to look across the empty world below.