SongbreezeFemale | Moorrunner | 13 moons | Apprentice: None| Location: Near Preypile | Mate/crush: Open | Tags: Whiteleg; Open!________________________________________________Song grinned. This is what her mentor had told her,
countless times, not to do. Actually, not just her mentor. Literally probably everyone in the pack had told her not to purposely provoke. Or, perhaps even more often, to stop acting like a pup, where everything was a game, and to act like a warrior. She shook herself lightly, and took one last gulp of water.
"All right, sure! They should be having their calves around this time of year. Male or female? Ah, doesn't matter, does it?" She said quickly, seeing the look on Whiteleg's face.
"I'll be back with, let's say, four calves? I bet I can carry two at once..." Song grinned at Whiteleg one last time, then took off at a quick run, heading southeast, where she knew to be pastures.
It was a long ways away from the pack, as the rams could occasionally be a bit dangerous for pups, if they ever strayed too near. Song kept her nose to the air, and her ears tilted forwards. She would smell them long before she saw them. After about fifteen minutes of walking, she at last caught the whiff of sheep-dung.
Yes, she thought, and headed in that direction. It quickly became stronger, and she was now walking in a space of grass completely trampled down. Then, she heard it; the quite baaa of a sheep. She was close! Song quickened her pace, but all the while listening, smelling. She began to climb a hill, higher, higher, then stopped. She was overlooking a
huge herd of sheep, with
so many young calves. This would be perfect. She quickly began deciding which ones to target. Not the ones near a large group of sheep. Not the ones near a male. Not the ones in the center of the herd. There! Perfect! It was a calf, all alone at the edge of the herd. He seemed to be sleeping. Song crept along the hill until she was close, then started creeping down. No one sensed her. She felt a slight pity that she would be taking a young one's life, but Whiteleg's sneer had somewhat irritated her. As if she couldn't catch a sheep! Finally making her decision, Song pounced. She landed on the calf, and bit down, instantly killing it. However, it let out a little bleet. Quiet, small, and yet that was all it took to get the herd on the run.
"Ooops," Song said, then began to chase the others. It was well nearing dusk by the time she finally dragged the last calf onto the prey-pile. She then lay down in the grass near the prey-pile, happy with her catch.
Woah, that was LONG! I guess Song is going to sit there a bit, until everyone else catches up time-wise xD 
by Owlcat » Sat Aug 10, 2019 1:03 pm 
