Stacey POV
Its head was lowered and it was munching on the grass quite happily, apparently unaware that it was being watched. Its antlers stood out in stark contrast to the blueness of the sky, and his hooves thudded loudly on the grass. The young buck was oblivious to his surroundings and I waited for the perfect moment, pouncing when he least expected it, my jaws clamping around its neck and biting down until it severed its spinal cord and broke its neck. I sniffed in appreciation, smelling the metallic scent of blood in the air, blood coming from my prey.
I was hungry, ravenous. I lowered my head down and began to gingerly taste the buck, taking small tentative bites and then larger ones, ripping off large chunks of meat to down. My claws would shred the smaller bits off the bones an
