Aicha

Ashen hunter slinked silently 'o course, around the thick brush, and rassberry bushes. But they flourished with many other berries, but Aicha refrained from wasting time learning the names, and how to identify, berries she didn't even eat. More knowledge could be put into strategy, and defense and offense. All in a special way to increase hunting averages. Night curled it's gnarled claws around the being smart, or stupid enough to be out in the open. Aicha at this moment, was the smart one. Ebon cloak held her almost completely invisible to wandering gazes about. The sheep, on the other hand, were stupid. They couldn't tell if she was hidden, or rather if she was even there atal. Stalking closer, unable to cram herself underneath the fence, it was lower than in the cow pasture, and she easily cleared it after setting herself up. One swift movement, and only the wound of the grass swaying amongst itself was heard as she made her way from upwind, towards the herd. Stopping, and crouching lower, she began to single one out, still having the advantage of surprise on her side, she didn't waist it, and remained silent.

*Sheep*

The flock stood undisturbed, some resting, and some grazing now and then. To most, the sheep majority look just about identical. But to a practiced eye and a keen hunter, some showed their flaws.

One sheep's head was dropped down a bit further than the rest. Another showed signs of a faint illness in its eyes.

Aicha

Keen orbits swept over the flock once, and then again. Checking for any signs in the darkness. First, she hadn't seen any flaws, and thought this hunting trip would be a rather hard one, but then she noticed on, dial lowered close to the topography. A ways behind, another that didn't look in perfect health stood as well. A plan began to form, she would take the one who was calm, and it seemed, not in the mood to run, down first. Then, if she could, the one behind in a fluent motion after the first one. Jaws clenched together, creating a gritting noise, audible enough to hear it, but it didn't matter. Soon after locomotion began once more, creeping closer, and around slightly to the other. She couldn't get much closer without disturbing the herd, and so built carcass was thrown into the air, and hopefully hitting her target. Jaws agape to catch the sheep in trembling incisors. They shut with tremendous force, one of the strongest jaws in the world, if given the chance, could snap a neck in half. If the attack to draw blood didn't work, she figured she would hit the sheep anyways, and then she waited for either impact, or the ground under her pads once more.

*Sheep*

A few heads were turned as nervous eyes peered into the looming darkness. They had heard something, but their senses had long been dulled by captivity. The sheep stayed rather quiet and relaxed until the moment Achia struck. The creature she choose gave a throated cry and tried to dash out of her path, but it was too late. Her jaws clamped shut over wool and skin as the two crashed to the ground. The sheep was hers now, and a swift bite to the throat or neck would be sufficient to kill.

The rest of the sheep were in a blind panic now. Sheep raced across the ground, bumping and jostling into each other. One creature even sideswiped Achia, but the impact couldn't do more than make her stumble at most. Like usual, the sheep began to flock into a tight group rather than try to run away.

Aicha

Aicha was actually rather pleased with the sheeps attitude as she closed the distance between them. Auds lay flat against her skull when she had dove in. Like expected the sheep had lurched, but she still was able to grip it, and then they fell. Quick decision made her rip away, and then strike once more, having the advantage this time. Jaws were placed, hopefully, around a struggling sheeps throat, and a tight, quick squeeze would either cut of the air, or break the windpipe. Each good enough at that moment. Once satisfied that the sheep was either dead, or not healthy enough to move, Aicha though about that other one. But how would she carry both back? She couldn't. Maw was rather bloodied now as she nudged the sheep, checking to see if it was actually dead, or needed another good bite.

*Sheep*

The sheep made a desperate attempt to get free, but the struggles were in vain. The wolf's jaws easily broke the creature's neck and it ceased to fight.

The scent of blood further drove the flocking sheep into panic. The shoved and hurried past each other until they had created a rather tight tangle of sheep in the scent of the mob. Those on the outside of the flock were clearly more distressed and tried their best to get deeper into the mass of sheep.

Aicha

Jaws tightened to feel the satisfying snap of the creature's neck. It fell limp as she dropped it to gaze, and stir up the sheep. Then after deciding she needed no more to feed her, and the rest. This one was rather plump as it was, and so she began straining to reach the fence once more. Audits twitched for a moment, and then she left, slip in, and slip out. It was simple...this time. Once reaching the fencing, it fit just barely underneath, and then the going was tough from there on.

*Sheep*

The sheep continued to flock together even as Achia left. And they stayed that way for a long while, murmuring to each other and casting suspicious glances into the darkness. Morning would find all the sheep happily grazing once more, as if nothing had happened. But the light would reveal the traces of the attack.