Baree

Baree walked the boarder of the sheep fields. He was hungry, no game had he seen in days. He was forced to take drastic actions. He had spotted a sickly lamb who he had decided would easily be caught. Baree backed up and then with a mighty leap he cleared the fence. Slowly he creped foreword, the tall grass acting as camouflage. When the time was right he plunged, seeking the throat of the young sheep.

*Sheep*

The lamb sprung away, but not quick enough. The wolf's fangs snagged through the fleece and into the flesh of the side of the neck. The sickly creature gave a piteious cry and began to struggle. Blood that began to flow from its neck showed that Baree's aim was good, but not instantly fatal.