Walking through the entire forest for four, the nose was enveloped by the increasingly bright and fragrant odors of the animals. Green paths, yellow, pink, brown. Everything was so sweet to a thirsty stomach. His instincts took over as he spotted a horned deer wiggling its hips, walking in search of fresh, rainwater-lacquered grass in the darkness of despair. Lurking behind a nearby oak tree, he waited for the perfect angle, licking with all three mouths. Saliva smeared over the already stiff fur, soaking it. The hunt was successful.

It seemed that everything deer had was fading. This is the fate of all the peaceful inhabitants of the forests and savannahs - to be eaten or to eat themselves.

He ate, savoring every millimeter of it, how delicious it was! There's no comparison to human pampering. The arteries breaking between my teeth, the smell of blood soaking into me, the sound of limbs breaking, like a deer in agony calling out to stop. He feels deer, he understands deer. He can see deer's desolation, but desire, satiety prevails. He needs you. He need your strength, your meat. He'll eat you whole.

A fleeting shriek came from far away, just as quickly muffled-"Oh, God..." - with open mouth seeing the whole process from start to finish, with trembling hand covering your mouth you mumbled, asking Christ God to hear your prayers for help.

The traitor has been found. The one who abandoned them tf141. His ears perked up into a straight column, acrid laughter through the bubbling liquid he hadn't swallowed, his eyes glaring at you from the darkness-"Oculum pro oculo."