my other senses to find something? Not a deer, though my hunger would probably see me through a good portion, but something smaller. A rabbit, hopefully a fully plump one getting ready for winter. The idea of meat set my mouth watering. I sat down and was trying to flip that mental switch. This area was mine. I owned it. No. Not mine. I couldn’t picture myself as a forest creature. I wasn’t a wolf, wasn’t an elf, just human. Granted an odd one, but nothing special enough to fit in out here. I felt amazingly out my depth. The only thing that had helped me focus was a simple mission of ‘Hunt the elf’. My head rattled side to side. Negative thoughts, disbelief, those things were useless. I had to reset my thinking and start over. There was something closer I could focus on instead. An entire bag of belongings. The pack was dumped out in shaky desperation. Leftover scraps from my shirt were strewn about quickly. Miscellaneous contents gained new homes under bushes and next to tree trunks. What little wood lore I possessed told me the smell would probably scare wildlife off. In my mind, there was a faint memory being roused. A hint on how to get food. Perhaps providence would be with me. My things, my stuff in this area. It was my area now by virtue of a smattering of belongings. A home. A temporary stay. Two nights passed out on these woods. Slowly things clicked. World is dim. Unfocused. Vibrations weak. Mind tries to unwind. Feel tangle of brush, leaves curl against each other. Diffuse trees, tops dim. Too far. Packed dirt of the logging trail. Low branches weighed down by discarded armor. Wires wrapped around trunks. This was extremely tenuous. Nearby a low growl shattered everything. The growl switched to a male voice shouting. “What the hell are you doing?” His words were hard to understand past the hunger. It was probably the same person as earlier. “Hunting?” I said. “No, you weren’t. You were doing something.” My head hurt too much to argue with some cocky wolf. “Either find me dinner or shut it.” “Excuse me?” The former fuzzball asked. “I’m very hungry, help or shut up.” I tried to emphasize the very. Getting close to violent and hungry. “I’m not paid to help you, princess.” It took the last bit of my sanity to shove my response deep down where it wouldn’t get me in trouble. If I wasn’t so hungry. If I hadn’t been so deep into pack lands. If I didn’t have other shit to do. I went back to what I was trying to do before he showed up. It was a slightly quicker connection the second time. All my senses switched to looking for food. Hungry. Life everywhere. Plants. Thready. Roots reach down. Worms wiggle. Disgusting. Birds fluff and stare around. Too little. No meat. Pathetic. Tiny wings. Something moves. Fat. Pauses in confusion. Fur stands out against the air. Moving closer. It’s nearby. Not as hard to see. Dinner. Easily mine, hunger makes it mine. The connection grew stronger as I focused. This was not on a link like when I was tracking. My mind was honing in on the concept that this living breathing meal was mine. The more I thought about it the hungrier I grew and the easier it was to see it. Back shudders. Body unfurls. Feels good. Burning travels from skull to waist. Muscles long dormant, finally being used. Feel shoulder blades tense up. Mental arms spread. Cowering tiny furry creature. It feels me. Can’t see me. Doesn’t run. Starts moving towards my body. As if herded. Not controlled. Doing what is expected. Obeying the will of my hunger. Presenting itself. Prostrating. Closer still. Within arms reach. I didn’t even hesitate, my hands lashed out and twisted. Only a second passed before the life collapsed out of its broken body. Those extra senses collapsed inward, satisfied that my hunger would be solved. “What the fuck did you do?” The voice was back again, only this time there was more to it then the judgmental tone. The dead