After waking up slowly that morning, Spade lurked around for any animals that he could snag and eat. He was starving as usual, and his body ached for any meal he could grasp. He approached his family to see what they were doing, since he usual slept paces away from them. Apparently it was unsafe to do so, but the many nights he had done it, no one had really messed with him. The only thing he had stumbled across so far was another foal, and Spade was kind towards him because he gave him the leftover body of an animal. Many others didn't seem to appreciate the wonderful taste of blood, and it always confused Spade. But, it also meant that Spade could enjoy blood, while others didn't. So, maybe this was good, too.
"Foood." He said, as he approached what looked like his family.
