Elena quietly looked around the forest, trying to spot an animal or something to feed off of. This was the first time she had really ever gotten out to go hunting, she didn't know what to pick though. A deer, or a rabbit? She just tried to stray away from humans. The urge was just too strong. If Stefan could do it for 50 odd years, surely Elena could at least try it for a night. There was nothing of course. Elena was kind of happy though. Killing a cute little bunny wouldn't feel good at all.