Fox's Glade [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] choria

The loud braying of the buck could be heard across the valley, being one of the only sounds within the vast emptiness of an otherwise unoccupied area; Ibis heard it clearly, dissonant and deep, as she was crossing through the area on the hunt for @Okeanos. Her plan was to return to the boggy sections in the north of the valley to check if the prey had resurfaced; it felt good to be away from the green forests and the frightening mountains, and she wasn't afraid of a little cold water after slogging through the overflowing lake days ago.

The creature, though, looked frightful in its own way. Ibis circled back to the glade thinking it might have been a fox — having never heard the strange sounds before, nor taken part in a hunt for something so large — and when she saw the crowned beast, listening to it, watching it thrash about where it stood ensnared, Ibis' hunger overwhelmed her. So did an innate feeling of need she hadn't felt before. A survivor's desperation that somehow, in that precise moment anyway, unlocked a deeply buried animal instinct within her.

She kept creeping closer to where the buck stood but dared not get too close to those hooves, seeking the easiest route through the glade so she could get a better look at the creature. Its suffering was evident enough — but for once the passive nymph did not care enough to be sympathetic, her eyes hungry, her body posture transformed to something primordial, the hunter inside awakened.