Rising to my feet and brushing myself off, I looked into the eyes of the fawn. They were lifeless, unnatural, as if it had been sucked out of the creature by some unearthly being. Maybe the fawn died from the shock. Maybe it hit its head hard. I didn't want to waste time wondering about the fawn. She needed me now. She needed food.
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