It wasn’t that she hadn’t already eaten. Leondra shouldn’t have been hungry yet. As she focused through her sights at her target, her stomach began to tell her that she was hungry again.
The doe was so alive right now. Feasting without worry. No alarm showing on any part of her form. Leondra was ready to pull the trigger when she noticed other movement.
A fawn. This wasn’t the season. For the fawn to be that young… the doe must have delivered late.
Leondra’s stomach protested, but she lowered her gun. Time to find another target.