Spartan

the black and white hunter walked into the pasture slowly. It was early morning and the sun had just started to come up. He walked slowly towards the flock of sheep, making sure that he stayed down wind. He slunk closer to the sheep and stopped, trying to pick one out....

*Sheep*

The sheep were nibbling at a bit of grass now and then, but for the most part, they just stood and chatted with each other. Nearest to you was a young lamb, not born too long ago. There were many lambs, actually, but this one was the closest to you and not facing you.

Spartan

He spotted the lamb and started forward. With one quick jump he tried to tackle it and grab it by the neck, if he did, he bit down hard...

*Sheep*

The lamb attempted to dash away, but it couldn't. Spartan caught it around the neck after he tackled it to the ground. The neck was easily snapped between his jaws.

The rest of the sheep began clustering into a tight, smothering flock.

Spartan

When he felt the lamb go limp in his jaws he released it, pleased with his catch. He then picked it up and walked out of the pasture...