Hongry! Prey! ...But she just ate pie. She's not that hungry. It's just that hearing a tasty deer activates some well established habits.

Yeah, not really worth interrupting the walk for. Also, it's better to let 'em grow up first. More meat that way. (Her stomach rumbles and she's intently looking in that direction, though.)

Boink boink boink.

Life is nice, it's summer and food is plenty.

"Ooooh, I have some paprika, but if you want we can take a small detour and look for the fresh pepper."

She stops from time to time to collect more herbs.

"Fresh pepper" on venison "sounds lovely, actually!"

Walk walk walk.

Here they are.

"These can be quite hot, sure you can handle them?"

"Oh, you meant spicy peppers, not black pepper? That's even better! I'm thinking of a stir-fry now..."

"Oooooh, nice! I think I have some carrots in my garden. We can get them on our way back. Are you hungry yet?"

"...Mmmyeah. I don't usually have a bottomless stomach, but there's a fawn over that way and I can hear it and it's making me want to go score some venison. But it's better to let 'em get full grown, and I don't know the forest yet, won't know if I'm overhunting."

"Yes, please, don't hunt the babies, while I understand the circle of life is a necessity, they do deserve to live at least to adulthood. A single fox will not overhunt this forest, but I appreciate you being careful about it."

"I can prepare more food for you, if you need it. Some more pies are always an option, or we could try something different."

"This fox is the size of a wolf! I do like the idea of stir fry... I could hunt in the Woods, in the spirit world, that's a better idea."

"I don't think I can help you with that, I would probably just hinder you."

"Regroup at my house in... a couple hours? I have no idea how much time you'd need for hunting."

"Sure. See you soon."

-There's a frisson of energy, something happens, and it's as if she turned a corner into a direction that doesn't exist, and she's gone.

She returns to the farmhouse an hour later, carrying a decidedly strange ungulate-like creature over her back.

"Uh, that's the weirdest goat I've ever seen. Assuming it is a goat."

On the table there's a variety of vegetables, already chopped and ready to be mixed.

"It's a kind from Africa! The Spirit World is dreamlike like that, sometimes. Do you have anywhere for butchering?"

"Not really, no. I tend to consume very little meat. We could bring it to the village's butcher and pay him with a cut. I'm pretty sure that he'd be delighted to have something he's never seen before."

"And if he asks where it's from, we just look at each other and say, 'magic'." She snickers. "That would be funny."

"It would! Let's go!"

She wraps herself in an illusion and tries not to laugh at the butcher's nonplussment and tells him it's most similar to a young cow, she thinks, in taste and the useful parts. They can get a little meat now and come pick up the rest of their share later. She doesn't care about the horns or skin or bones or anything.