Th she-sasquatch, her thought processes dimmed and altered, stalks the woods. Hunger hits her first, and her enhanced senses lead her to first fruit and then deer. She leaps into the trees to grab apples in her huge clawed hands, devouring then whole. But this won't do, so when the scent of deer filled her nose, she leapt towards them through the trees, reaching a small pack and grabbing one with lightning speed. And devouring the poor thing as well.
Satiated, she falls asleep, her dreams a strange blur of lost humanity and found savagery. She dreams of the change over and over, and snarls in delight, licking her rough teeth and touching herself. When she awakes in the morning, she has a new urge and shoves three thick fingers deep within herself. She roars in delight.
But this is not enough. And a tiny piece of mind comes to long eonough to tell her what to do to truly fulfill her animalistic needs.