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Winter in the forest was never fun. Predators picked off the starving prey and often times, neither made it through the season. Bambi was hungry. He smelled food. The grass was dead and covered in snow and frost. Against better instinct, he ventured into the clearing. A human. A small one. A fawn, perhaps? He didn't make to run, though his eyes were trained on her, searching for the source of the scent. Perhaps he could chance a sneak, or...perhaps she would share?










