Daybreak. A blanket of snow covered the forest. A young buck walked through the woods, searching for a morsel before bedding down. Instinct told him darkness meant safety and with morning came danger. His nearly empty stomach, however, urged him to look for a little while longer. He sifted through the cold snow with his nose, finding nothing. Nevertheless, he continued his search and eventually found a few acorns. It was enough. He needed to eat, then find somewhere to sleep.
THUNK!
The buck felt something slam into his side. He stumbled as the wind was knocked out of him and he felt tremendous pain. Instinct took over and he immediately started running, hoping to outrun whatever had injured him. The buck continued to run until he collapsed from loss of blood. Looking over to his side, he saw a strange thing sticking out of his side, appearing to be an oversized porcupine quill with feathers at the end. He struggled to get up, but stumbled and fell.
As the buck lay bleeding in the snow, he heard something approach, no doubt his predator coming for the kill. It was pointless to run now, as he was far too weak. He looked over and saw the thing approaching him. It was a strange creature that walked on its hind legs, a single claw protruding from one of its front paws. The predator came up to the deer and sank its claw into his neck. Death quickly came for the buck as the animal accepted his fate. He ate plants and the larger animals ate him. That was the way of things.