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The rain poured down, soaking Monster to the bone as she crept cautiously into the village.
It was night time, and she had checked very carefully to make sure no one was about before she made the decision to raid the rubbish heaps for food. She might be strong, and she might be fast, but she still hadn't managed to catch a single thing she'd hunted in the last few months and, thus, she had to resort to digging though trash. It was kind of embarrassing. Here she was, a great, hulking beast that so many feared, and she hadn't even been able to catch a rabbit! She didn't know the first thing about doing it.
Oh, well, that was a lie. She had caught one rabbit. And then she had just stared down at it in bewilderment as it struggled and kicked as she pinned it, its eyes wide and rolling. She had realized, in that moment, that in order to eat it she had to kill it after she caught it, and once she'd realized that fairly obvious truth, she hadn't been able to do it. She didn't know how. The mechanics were obvious: crush it, or cut its throat, something like that. But to go through with it? She couldn't stomach it. And so, after a long, awkward silence, she'd finally lifted her paw and let it run off into the bushes, likely as confused about the whole ordeal as she was.
She hadn't caught a single animal since.
Now here she was, not for the first time, keeping her ears perked for noise as she shuffled trash around and nudged at promising scraps of food with her bony nose, before chomping it down and swallowing it whole. Her stomach was rather indiscriminate; so far, nothing she ate upset it, even rotten meat, and she found she could eat quite a bit! She knew, deep down, that it should gross her out, though, and on some level she still felt that revulsion.
Chomping down an old chicken leg, she cringed on the inside even as she crunched it in two and gulped it down.
Delicious.
Tonight's rubbish pile was pretty promising, and she'd stumbled upon a veritable feast of slaughterhouse scraps. Knowing it might be a while before she ate this well again, she set to it, downing as much as she could--and letting her guard down a little too much in the process, not realizing that she wasn't alone.