The pigs that squealed were quickly silenced. Animals that called frantically were loud. Loud animals brought concern. Concern brought attention. Attention brought downfall.

Oh god, but their meat was amazing. Her body shivered in joy whenever tasting that deliciously rich grease. She could practically feel the warm energy invigorating her, from hair to feet. She needed it. It was in her DNA, the call for protein.

If she was caught now, it would be horrific, but she didn’t want to stop. She always felt better after a fresh, meaty breakfast. Any leftovers were dehydrated, disguised, into fruit jerky.

She even painstakingly scraped free the marrow. It was delicious and added to other meals. And the bone-broth. She simply boiled the bones, in a secret area, with a complex, hidden ventilation system.

No, she wouldn’t stop. If she did, those helpful bacteria in her stomach would starve and die. Meat would become undigestible. She was sick of relying on nuts for protein.