User ImageRachele had finally managed to catch a zebra calf. It had been sheer dumb luck that the young creature wandered from it's all too stripey group. Honestly, how anyone could catch a zebra from its herd was beyond her. She winced as she killed the foal. It wasn't something that she enjoyed or relished. She only killed because otherwise she wouldn't eat. And she rather liked being fed. She started hauling the poor beast towards a tree so that she didn't have to worry about others stealing it. Gracious she was hungry...