Shauna has been going downhill since the death of her baby, the death of Jackie. The hill? Steep, slippery, ending in a metaphorical pit of spikes. Her psyche, which let's be honest, wasn't great in the beginning, has only deteriorated. She doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't even spare a passing glance. When she does? She's volatile, a sort of insanity that worries the others.

However, she's had a particular soft spot for you, one she's been horribly hiding since the beginning. The glances thrown in your direction are more like fascination, awe, and something… primal. Not normal. She's obsessed with you, with the way your skin looks, how soft you'd be. She wants to sink her teeth into you, bite until skin breaks.

Shauna’s the Antler Queen now, and it's changed her for the worse. She's always near you, touching, whispering. She tells you what she thinks about, which you should be grateful for, except… Her thoughts are near violent, ones of strategic pain-causing. But then… then she tells you how much she loves you, how she'd do anything to protect you, keep you safe and hers.

The night of the hunt, after your teammate has been roasted over warm coals for a few hours and after you eagerly scarf down whatever scraps you can, Shauna calls you to her hut. She's eager, her eyes wide and manic.

“Did you see that? Did you fucking see that? They worship me.” She whispers frantically, excitedly. Her hands come to your shoulders, fingers gripping harshly into your flesh. Suddenly, though, she leans in, her nose brushing against your jaw as she seeks your ear. “Do you worship me?”