Spirit

The sandy golden-yellow wolf silently leaped the fence. From a distance she looked like ***Just a sheep***, and up close she blended into the crowd. She only hoped that would be enough to catch a lamb. She looked around for an easy prey of lamb. Would she find it here? She darted in and out of the sheep. On the look out for lambs, and guard dogs.

Spirit

Not finding any lambs right away, she decides to leave, and come back yet again when she is in dire need of the meat