Panther Park I am that technology now.

Anselm was oblivious to the rough-shouldered beast and its compatriot. Presently, he was on cloud nine. The deer had been felled by sickness, but Anselm knew from scent this sickness was safe to eat.

His teeth punctured hide and pulled ligament from bone. Around his face a scarlet mask rose as he continued gorging, completely tuned out to the world around him.