Glumwort strode with great purpose down the humble path. She came to a clearing and spied her prize - Simma, dressed up in her fashoinable rags, delightfully entertaining a giant slab of meat. 

Well then, [i]this[/i] was an unexpected gift. The runt of the litter had led Glumwort directly to her dinner, and it was [i]deer[/i], arguably the third most delectable meal, after elephants and the blood of virgins.

Glumwort crouched in the nearby bushes, licking her lips with her long, bumpy purple tongue. The little one was lulling it into a false sense of security with beans or horse dung or something. Glumwort didn't care, but she was loathe to admit she was at least 0.000001% impressed.To capture and devour such a beautiful, adorable creature - well, Glum hadn't expected the ball of cloth to have it in her. As it was, Glumwort's respect for her rose a smidge. She did appreciate not dying from starvation.

Good thing the little blob planned on eating it and not taming it like some soft-hearted fool. Then Glom would be enemies with her for probably ever, if she successfully denied Glom her meal. But that wouldn't happen, obviously, because deer meat was delicious.
Glom quietly foraged for some sort of projectile - preferrably a pointy stick that'd work as a nice javalin, but anything that could potentially knock the beast down before it had a chance to scarper.