Spirit

The she-wolf went down and behind the hill, out of sight, then with a silent thump she leaped across the fence. Although most of the calves were probably pretty healthy, she moved towards the center of the cattle, hidden by the grass and the black-and-white lawn mowers. In the midst of the cattle there would most likely be a few weaker ones, for protection. She looked around for a calf, seeing if she could find a runt or two....

*Cows*

Indeed, there was a smaller calf in the center of the herd. She had suffered from pheumonia a short while ago and was still weak from the virus. Although she didn't look weak, her breath told she had been sick.

Spirit

She lunged at the cow, and tried to push it to the ground. She then snapped at it, trying to break it's neck. She then shook it and thrashed back and forth violently, hoping to kill it quickly and quietly.

*Cow*

The sickly cow fell to the ground under the attacks while kicking out its dangerous hooves in an attempt to drive off her attacker and get back up. The weakened body couldn't hold up to wolf's furious fangs for long; the neck was damaged so badly that the young cow died quite suddenly.

The cows around were in a panic; normally they would attack Spirit, but two other wolves in the pasture made them too frightened so they ran from her.

Spirit

She had been hit two times in the chest by the hooves, but when the calf went down, she grabed it by the neck and hualed it over to the fence. She dug up as much dirt as she could, making a big enough opening to fit the calf through. Finnaly she flattened down the grass, and jumped over. She struggled to pull the calf through, and then loped with it dragging behind her.