Dutch slowly walked towards the now dead dear and sniffed a bit. "Oh, wonderful. Food." he said sarcastically. He had deer before he even went to the hotel, but it was always prepared and not by snapping a finger, and some after but actually seeing it get shot, and then magically turned into food kind of ruined his taste for deer, something just feels off about it. But his dog side of his mind wanted to just sink his teeth into an starting eating right now.