I was too famished to think of doing anything else, so hunting was my best option. Stepping in to the cool air, i had to squint a little at the morning sun, but the breeze blowing underneath my belly drew against my sheath. It sent shivers down my spine i could just *GRUMBLE* oh right, my stomach. Blasting off into the sky, i dived down to the best spot possible for hunting.
Landing right into my hunting stance, i cast a spell on my self just for such an occasion: a concentration spell. Passing through the low bushes and the many batches of trees and such, i stumbled across an abandoned campsite and from the smell of things... trolls. I hate trolls, but if you can get passed the icky, coarse hide, they don't taste that bad.
Moving on, i quickly found the track of a pack of wild gazelles, ripe for the hunting and heavy in numbers. Following the tracks i quickly find myself in a brush over looking many delectable candidates for breakfast. Get ready to pounce i bend back and-
"AHHHHHHHHHHH"
I'm snapped out of my hunting trance and my senses rush towards something else, a scream that isn't that too far from me.Great now i'm conflicted; eat or investigate.
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