Aava

The alphess of Pyrola Fields cleared the fence with ease. She lowered herself and crept silently through the tall grass. Her ears were laid back, and her tail remained in its' random place. She sped up at the sight of a calf and leapt at it, teeth bared and snagging snarls emitted from her as she aimed for the completely unprotected neck...

*Calf*

The calf was taken by surprise by the wolfs' sudden attack. It let out a moo of panic and fury, and bucked around, trying to knock the wolf off. Aava had a hold of the very fragile neck of fluff. However, the calf was way to small to do a good buck, and so fell, helplessly. It squimed and tried to kick Aava away or something.

Aava

She bit down harder and harder, but she wasn't ready for the buck and fall. She fell and slid from the neck. This calf was too small to not be able to make it over the fence with, because she could tell it was just a newborn. She leapt at it again and got the hind leg, and bit down extremely hard. She felt and tasted the blood rushing into her mouth. Her mouth was already stained red from the last kill of the lamb. She started pulling at the calf.

*Calf*

Aava managed to grab the calfs' leg, snapping it with all the force. A loud moo was emitted from its' vocals, but no other cow came. In an instant, the calf was dead.

Aava

Aava got her evil smirk again. She had another animal for a cache. And she could get this small calf over and under the fencing. She raised her head and lifted her paw and howled loudly. No ranch pet was going to stop her. She was like one with mother nature, unbeatable, unstopable. She placed her jaws around the leg and dragged it to the fence. She got a better hold and dug under it. When the hole was done, she squeezed through it, and dragged the calf quickly through. She howled once more before running away with what would be a meal.