[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?

Foxes were omnivores.  Of course, they were predators too.  Natural hunters.  Yet the simple fact was... Aine had never truly been interested in hunting.  Much less in eating meat.  Now she was even more herbivore than she'd been born as.  Distinctly deer-like in the shape of her legs and hooves.

But the druid understood the circle of life.  The balance.  Even if she never took on the role as hunter.

Across the desert, there were plenty of hunters.  Birds of prey.  Lizards.  Bobcats.  Coyotes.  Although she imagined the more green jungle had more prey to offer, there had to be plenty of life to draw in so many predators.  But she didn't usually come across clanmates hunting amongst the sand.

Hunting for herbs, her hazel hues flashed around in surprise when she spotted just that.  Blinking.  Then stilling where she was.  The petite fleshweaver hardly wanted to interrupt Hydrostatic or scare the lizard off by coming any closer.  She would simply cheer him on silently from a distance.

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