
Starving knew of Legendary kin. She'd never met any, but she had heard stories, been told tales from other kin that had searched for one to bless their clutch. They had all come across them in different ways as well, some stumbling upon them by chance, others seeking them out, others still being approached by the mare or stag. Starving wasn't one to sit around and wait for something to cross her path, though. Instead, she set out to hunt.
Pushing through the undergrowth of the Swamp, she kept her eyes open, watchful of any creature that moved. They often times appeared as things that weren't kin - birds, small fuzzy critters, imposing feathered serpents - so she kept her guard up, ready to assess anything she could find.