danger

In the falling darkness of night, the caliph slunk around the fencing, his nose comprehending scents quickly as he sought out the weaker ones. His pupils widened to accommodate the lack of light with each passing minute. He paused beside a larger gap in the fence and slid through with only a few snowflakes fluttering off his coat. Danger stole quietly. He was difficult to see, all credit going to his shale hued coat, in the shadows of dusk as he wove closer to a possible meal for him. Because it was just he that was hunting, he searched for the smaller, sick, and weak sheep. No use taking down a large one if he wasn't going to share his meal with anyone.

*Sheep*

Spring was getting nearer now and most of the ewes were pregnant by this time. All of the sheep were well taken care of, but there were so many that they didn't get individual attention. And one such sheep had gotten sick and was untreated now, but her signs were so faint that amongst her flock members, she didn't look any different to Mark and John's watchful eyes.

This ewe was pregnant, making her slow like the other fellow ewes. But unlike them, she had come down with a bad virus and had quickly become weakened. Now she lay on the ground, chewing slowly on her cud. Her slightly off-posture and shallow breathing were the clues to her ill state.

Ridged Edge

Slowly the large cougar saunted forward, easily jumping over the fence, his over sized paws carried him forward slowly and silently. When he came close to the other he emitted a low bark, not loud enough for the sheep to hear only him. "We work together, and we get more, I have a pack to feed." HIs orbs glared over at the unknown, hoping he wouldn't attack, but they could work together and get twice as much.