Dove

Snowy white vixen crawled low within the grasses, orbs looking out at the sheep which stood looking about. At the moment she was simply looking for food,and she had no preference to which kind, just something.

*Sheep*

The scent of other wolves had the fleecy creatures very much on edge. They stood close to one another as they grazed, murmurring worries and idle chit-chat. Dove's white fur as well as the already present scent of wolf saved her from immidiate detection in the short grass.

Dove

Snowy mynx crawled slwoly in the grass, hoping to stay hidden for a good while. Sapphires lock onto the sheep, their large group making it hard for her to hold back laughter. This actually made it easier, for they were not scatterd about. Hinds push off the soil suddenly, sending the angel at a quick pace towards the sheep, leaping as she nears them and she sees on in particular.Jaws snap shut, hoping to get a gfrip on the windpipe or back of the creature.

*Sheep*

They spot her and attempt to dash, but it's too late. Dove gets a grip on one sheep's back as the creature tries to turn away from her. The frantic beast begins to struggle and call out.

Dove

A grin appears ass her fangs dig into the flesh of the creasture, jaws unlatching and snapping once more where the throught had last been. She had to make a kill. Then she could have a feast! At this thought her dial thrashed back and forth, hoping to server the windpipe had she gotten hold of it.

*Sheep*

The sheep had collapsed under the weight of the lupine burder and couldn't get up before fangs were at its throat. The creature gave one last cry before the windpipe was crushed and mangled. The ceased struggles from the sheep announced it's swift death.

Dove

With a chuckle the fae released her grip, her form backing up frfom the carcuss. This was fun... A grin played on her features as saphires focused back on the prey still therre. Without warning her pistons took her swiftly towards the herd, leaping once more, trap snapping when she thought she was close enough to get ahold of something. Of course the aim was the throat, but with all that fluff it wasn't as sure.

*Sheep* & Rollin

Her jaws closed down on the side of the neck as the sheep struggled to get away. But with the weight of a wolf at its neck as well as so many of its fellow flock members swarming around, there was little the creature could do.

A sudden series of barks told of an approaching dog! It was Rollin, the sire to the collies that had been killed at the Ranch recently. He hadn't giving his alarm barks until he was surprisingly close to Dove. As she went for the sheep's neck, he came barrelling towards her and attempted to collied and send her to the ground.

Dove

As soon as her jaws latches her dial shoook vilently, tryin gto rip the neck apart. But before that could happen her form flew to the ground, the wolfess landed on her side. She winced at the collision, sapphires falling upon the brute. Suddenly she leaps from the ground, hackles raised as a low snarl penitrats the the atmosphere. "Lousy mutt..." Her growl was low, anger flowling throuhg her rapidly. She could have mad another kill.

Rollin

He had scrambled up quickly and whirled around to meet Dove's flank. His keen teeth struck out in aim to create a deep gash in the skin there. Before waiting to see whether he had succeeded, the collie bounced away and whirled around to the other side of Dove, "You vermin never stop, do you?" he growled out disgustedly. His paws, small in proportion to his body, were always moving around and carrying his body this way and that. Even as he talked he dashed about, making it harder to focus an attack on him.