Soft Pink was on the search for some protein. She had been living off a diet of fruits and leaves for a few days now. Unfortunately for her, she also eventually needed to eat meat. The swamps held the subtle singing of the millions of bugs that lived within it. One simply had to keep their eyes open to find the source of the swamps voice. Her nose pushed away some rich green moss from the twisted roots of a tree to expose some fat little grubs. She ate them up quite cheerfully, her munching making a soft squishy sound.
What she really needed was a small mammal to eat or a fish. But she always felt so bad about killing the poor things that she could never make a meal of one. Though the creatures were not as smart as she, their eyes betrayed the fear and emotions that they were capable of. It was too much for her and she had never willingly killed an animal for any reason. Her hooves sank into the grass that hid mud as she continued looking for more bugs.
It wasn't the first time, and most likely not his last, chasing his meal around. Thankfully, Starkissed is a young buck in his prime. He didn't wear out as easily as his prey. He wasn't paying attention to where he was running, just jumping over logs and low branches as they got in his way. The critter was fast, but Starkissed was also cunning. He spied a slight dip where it would most likely head towards, so he veered off towards it. 