[shadow=CD8C95,right]RUNICFLARE AURUMQUE[/shadow]

They were running low on food. That was a simple fact of life, that sometimes, you didn't have enough food. So, what did you do? You went out and got some. How that happened was up to the individual: munching on some grass, hunting, cooking. While Runicflare preferred cooking and baking, she had to have something to cook or to bake!

It was reaching just the hours of twilight when she spotted her target. A large, antlered deer munching on some of the glowing mushrooms. It didn't look right, though she pushed it aside. It was breathing heavy, it was coughing. Perhaps it ran the way here. Still, it didn't look right. Rgh! But this might be the only deer she would be able to get. The wolf turned her ears sharply, her golden gaze looked upon the tawny creature. The wolf of twilight gave a swift leap, but it was even before her mouth made contact with the neck, that it died, coughing up liquid. Suddenly, the smell hit her. She let go of the dead creature, gagging and coughing from the sick smell. She started backing away, letting out a yelp as she tripped over one of its legs.