Falk, Rhita, Anika, Aspen + Karin

The grey she-wolf lead her small band to the perimeter of the pasture. Inside she could see cows grazing. The sight made saliva drip from her mouth. She jamp the fence with ease, then waited for the rest to follow.

Rhita followed Falk over the fence. She was sure they would make a kill today. There were so many weak and old cattle here that it would be harder to not make a kill. While Falk saw to it that everyone made it over the fence, Rhita surveyed the cattle, looking for an easy target.

Anika sat back on her haunches. It was her job to look out for dogs. She was only small and wouldn't be needed to kill a single cow. She watched the cubs scramble over the fence then looked out at the horizon.

Aspen leaped into the air. The fence wasn't high, but she was only young and had misjudged the height neaded to clear it. Once on the ground she trotted of behid her mother.

Karin cleared the fence with inches to spare. She landed with a delicate touch down. Her tail held low so as not to startle the cows, the black tip almost trailing on the ground.