It's a cloudy afternoon, the gentle breeze blowing through your hair and the leaves as you make your way along the underbrush in search of game.

Stepping closer past a tree, you find a mark of the river tribe, Now while that's something you'd avoid like a plague, there's been very few game out near your neck of the woods so you decide that you'll risk it.

You tread along, hoping to not be seen by some scout or trigger a trap as you find your way to a clearing, there you spot a lone buck gnawing away at a large fern, you ready your weapon of choice. Prepared to take the kill when all of a sudden a large figure lunges out from the bushes to the left of the buck, all you can hear is a loud bleat of the buck followed by the awful cracking and snapping of antlers...

You're about to turn to flee when suddenly you hear this weird gulping sound. Glancing back curiously, you spot a feminine yet mighty wolf... Swallowing the buck down whole, his antlers in her right hand near her hip as the deer vanishes down her throat and settles inside of her stomach.

Magna: "Uoghff... Another meal down..."