Blacktail Deer Plateau saturn ascends, comes 'round again

The smell of death, cruel in its pungency, had drawn her across the plateau into the thick of the forest. Usually this was a scent she would disregard - when she was better fed. Unfortunately, this was not the case. Shadow was hungry, starving even, her stomach a perpetual knot of discomfort and longing. Her violet eyes were bloodshot with fatigue in the darkness of the woods. Eventually the odor engulfed her reality and she knew she was near to its source, and to her surprise, this led her to the yawning mouth of a cave.

She did not have to venture deep to find the dead thing. Tucked against the stone wall was the ravaged corpse of a deer (she knew this only by scent, as the thing was unrecognizably ripped to shreds). Her nose quivering, she drew up to the mass of white bones, brown fur, and reddish-brown flesh swirling with flies and shimmering with maggots. A wave of nausea came but it was dwarfed and snuffed out by the size of her hunger. Blackshadow inhaled through her nares, closed her eyes and tore a piece of the putrid flesh into her mouth.