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Chip picked her way across the ridge, avoiding the crumbled parts. Those parts didn't look very safe, so she liked to pretend they didn't exist at all. She spotted some vultures circling overhead more inland, so Chipmunk made her way there. It wouldn't be the first time she'd eaten carrion, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. She had no qualms eating things that had either died on their own or been killed by some other predator. Food was food when it came down to it.

Using the circling birds as her guide, she eventually found what she was looking for. A barely-breathing old buck, down on its luck. And Chip didn't give a fuck... about eating it while it was still barely alive. Ruthlessly, she began to rip at its flesh, starting with the belly. Its breath came faster, but it was too far gone to do more than a few feeble movements before it finally succumbed to the final part of the circle of life.

There were a few crows already lined up just behind Chip, and she had to chase them off a few times to make sure they wouldn't get at her meal. She knew that other scavengers would be drawn to this food, too, so she wanted to fill her belly as quickly as possible before she was forced to leave it behind.