There was something deeply, deeply wrong with Half Truth. She couldn't for the life of her pin down what it was; a feeling, a fluttering, a flustering. She'd heard of this sort of stirring before, but didn't expect it to happen to her. Her, of all kin! She found herself thinking of... things she didn't want to think about, and she hated that she couldn't put it any more eloquently than that. Exhaling sharply, she continued to vent her frustrations on the local wildlife. If she couldn't smother her feelings, she'd eat them instead. Angrily, she wrestled in the shallows with an enormous catfish, trying to focus on where to plant her hooves and what to do with her horns. If she focused on forcing it onto the bank, she could pick it up then and smash it, which was pretty much the extent of what she wanted to do right now.
"Haa-rgh!" she grunted, heaving the fish and minding its sharp-edged barbels. It was far too big to elegantly snatch out of the water; the fish weighed at least as much as a small caiman, and it was a fighter. Which was good- she needed to struggle with something tangible right now, something she could actually see and deal with in a way that made some sense. The fish splashed mightily in the shallows; she'd worked it to where it was too shallow for it to get any momentum and swim away. It floundered furiously as she tried to get a grip on its tail so that she could end it swiftly; now that she'd fought it and bested it, there was no sense in prolonging its suffering. She neither needed or wanted to commiserate with her food.
A crash, a crack, and a swift, sharp end; cervical dislocation via a strong dash against the nearest tree, and the fish's pain was over. Huffing and puffing, she shook the mud from her coat as she stretched to cool down. Whew. That was a workout.
