Syren

Along the outside of the pasture's fence dwelled Syren, a silver hued wolfess. Her granite eyes danced along the forms of the sheep and she salivated. It had been a long time since she had eaten something decent.. three and a half weeks. Her ribcage was visible through her silky coat as she peered in on the domesticated creatures, licking her maw furiously.

She knew it was dangerous to hunt human's creatures, but she hadn't had much luck out in the wild recently and the starvation that was eating at her drove her down from the wilds for the first time. She looked around for any humans or other plausible threats. Maybe they just wouldn't notice if a little lamb was missing...

Leaping over the fence, Syren's body sank, trying to stay low and inconspicuous. Her heart pounded within it's bone-crafted cage, adrenaline pumped up by the danger this place possessed. Though she had never had a run in with humans in her life, it was an instinctive fear. The wolfess inched closer, fears being drowned out by hunger. There was a possiblity that she would die if she was seen. However, it was a sure thing that she would die if she didn't eat soon.

*Sheep*

Several of the Ranch's flock-guarding dogs had been killed in recent times. This left predators with a temporary advantage until replacements could be found; but that didn't mean danger was completely out of the question for a starving wolf. There were still dogs around to guard, and these dogs were tougher than those that had died. And the humans were at their highest level of alert over their flocks.

The sheep on the other hand weren't any more or less observant of danger. They traveled slowly over the ground, seeking out any bit of good, edible greens that could be found. The nearest to Syren were a group of ten fluffy beasts. The lambs of the year were getting quite large now, but still easy to pick out from their elders. There were four lambs in this group of ten, and none had noticed the starving wolf yet...

Syren

The hungry she-beast easily spotted the four youths out of the group, checking them on their sizes. She would attempt the smallest one, seeing as she wanted her hunt to go unnoticed and easy. She kept still, watching, waiting.. they hadn't noticed her yet and surprise is what she needed.

When she found the one she wanted, she rushed it, snapping at the heels of the larger sheep, trying to startle them away. She was very careful to withdraw her head after a warning snap, preserving her temple from a fatal blow. Hunger jumping her to the next level, the she-wolf leapt her targeted prey, pushing her weight forward, attempting to barrel him or her over.

*Sheep*

Alarm was sent quickly through the group of ten as the wolf rushed towards them. Having little paternal to care for such large lambs now, and especially since they were facing such a ravenous adversary, the adults feld from her in a panic. Their hind limbs were kicked up high in defence when ever they felt's the wolf's breath or sting of fangs upon them.

With the desire to flock, the adults more or less crowded the younger ones to the outside and back of the fleeing group. Syren was able to bowl the large lamb over. He kicked out frantically, trying to fend of the wolf while at the same time trying to get his feet beneath him.

Syren

The starved she-beast jumped back from the lamb's flailing hooves, snapping at them when opportunity allowed. She also slipped in a paw here and there, trying to scrape at the creature with dulled claws. She would do everything and anything to kill this lamb... to feast on its filling flesh. She could almost taste his sweet blood flowing down the depths of her throat..

Growing impatient, the wolfess aimed her saliva-stained fangs at the the lamb's throat, intent on puncturing the vital organs resting under that wool and skin.

*Sheep*

The lamb could hardly get to his feet while the wolf's fangs marred his fleece and stained the off-white coat with his own crimson. By now the other sheep had gathered with the rest of their scattered fellow and moved further away from the scuffle.

One strong kick chanced upon hitting a fore-limb of Syren, but it only caused a bruise to one of the muscels on the flesh above. A minor set back that would be gone in a few short days. This was the only damge the young creature was to inflict upon his attacker, for she succeeded to leave a fatal wound upon his throat. The windpipe and a vital vein were damaged. In a few short moment, the lamb was still in death.

Syren

Syren flinched as the hoof hit her, but did not release her hold. She felt the lamb fall still in her jaws, sensing the death she had brought about. She released her grip and looked to the fence, then back at the lamb. It might just be too heavy to haul over that stupid confinement. Instead, she dragged the carcass near the fence, so she could make a quick escape if a human or a human's dog were to come. Satisfied, the she-beast crouched down, tearing at the lamb's flesh and devoring it, filling her empty stomach with much needed food.

Rollin

After the death of so many of his offspring, Rollin spent most of his time patrolling the pastures and keeping himself busing to exhuastion. After spotting the sheep flocking at the far end of the pasture, he knew something was deffinately wrong at the other end of it.

The border collie picked up his pace and barked heftily as he approached the scene. He paused momentarily over the area of struggle, sniffing intently at the blood and scent of Syren before his eyes spotted her. His hackles were already up as he snarled savagely and made a rush at her, "You good-for-nothing wild beasts!" he declared loudly and prepared to ram the wolfess.

Syren

Syren jumped up as Rollin charged her, sprinting easily out of the way. She had not yet finished her meal and as a result, she was highly irritable. Her hackles raised and her lips peeled back, snarling threateningly. She said nothing, but noticably resented being called 'good-for-nothing'. She killed one lamb.. one small lamb.. and she is automatically attacked and insulted? What did a dog know, anyway? She guessed this farm-pet had always lived here; fed and sheltered as long as he did what his master told him to. He didn't know how hard it was to survive when food grows scare and you wander as a packless wolf.

"Listen," She said, rather clamly through clenched fangs. "It's already dead; you can leave it be or stupidly start something over it. Even if I leave now or you kill me, the lamb won't come back to life." She desperately wanted to chase the dog off and finish her meal, but she felt the need to be the civil one of the two, especially after being called a 'good-for-nothing wild beast'.

Rollin

His eyes narrowed as he slowed to turn and face her from his charge. His brown eyes flickered from the bloodied carcass to the fae, "Let you leave, huh?" he snapped out harshly, "Then you shall just come back when it suits you to kill anoth lamb, assured that I would be linient again. I know how that works." Despite his heated words, he hadn't advanced to attack again.

When he came to the fae's, Rolline had always been reluctant with his attacks, especially when they didn't attack him back. He was such a sucker to their bargains! If this had been any of the other collies, Syren would still be under attack. But Rollin relented, "Alright, go. But if you do come back, don't expect me to let you off easy."

Syren

The wolfess sighed mentally. There was still a portion of that lamb left unfinished, but.. she would take what she could get. She dipped her muzzle in a polite bow, speaking once more before hopping the fence. "Thank you. And I only came here as a last resort; I hope you understand."

Her paper thin body bolted off shortly after, disappearing from view. She might come back in the future, but that would only be in an emergency, like today. But for now, Syren departed, leaving the ranch without looking back.