Tinker’s eyes lit up when she saw the deer. Saliva ran in her mouth and she started forward almost with out a thought. She hadn’t realized how famished she had been but now with this opportunity to eat before her, she didn’t hesitate.<br/><br/>Oddly though, even though she had never been aggressive while eating and even though she knew that this was Warren and he had brought her food to eat, she crept out low to the ground, ears laid back and snarled at him. She was horrified at herself but couldn’t seem to control it.<br/><br/>“Warren!” she cried out in pack speak. “I’m so sorry. My mind and my body aren’t feeling and saying the same thing. I don’t know what is wrong with me.”<br/><br/>But none the less, she settled on the far side of the deer and tore into a haunch, burying her muzzle, eyeballs deep in tender raw flesh. A growl rumbled in her throat as she ate, hunkered down and intent on feeding.<br/><br/>“This is so good, Warren. Thank you. I don’t know when a kill tasted better. I can’t quit growling and this is ridiculous.”<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes up to  look at him, pleading with him to understand what she herself didn’t understand.