Oula was stuck in her own head, thoughts impossible to separate from the static. She hadn't even noticed she wasn't alone until she practically stumbled upon the deer. The whitetail doe suddenly lifted her head from browsing the twigs of a shrub, large dark eyes settling on Oula in an appraising look. The two females stood frozen in place, neither fear nor animosity settled on either expression; it was simply an acknowledgement of eachother's existence. Distantly Oula knew this was an opportunity -- and god knew her empty stomach needed it -- but somehow she couldn't bring herself to attack. Her sage green eyes mapped the slight trace of scars down the doe's flank, not quite hidden between brown fur. Perhaps she, too, had been through hell and back. Had Oula really grown this soft and useless? Sentimental? Since when had a Whitebark ever shown mercy?
Suddenly Oula's jaws parted, a rough bark leaving her throat as she threw her body forward in a feint. The spell was broken, and the deer dashed off through the snowy forest. Oula stood and watched it leave. She just wanted the thing gone before she changed her mind.