TWO
[Poor thing. She's hiding in an alleyway, behind rusted material, to try and avoid anyone seeing her simply eat. How she eats, to be more precise.
It's a shame that the Forge has been left on in a moment of lapse. She had wanted to say something earlier, before the hunger struck without care.
The item is an apple, green and familiar. A nibble. And then slightly sharp teeth reveal themselves in a giant, uncharacteristic bite. It's gone in a manner of seconds, yet now there's a clawing in her stomach for meat. It's almost startling.
She frowns, looks around, and then pulls out another. Green, familiar, and not meat.
It will have to do.]