Whisper

The steel hued fae padded casualy into the area, her nares twitching at the scent of sheep. Salmon tongue ran over her fangs as she imagined her kill. Slowly she made her way over the fence, keeping any rustling to a bare minimum. She wanted this to go smoothly for once, seeing as she hadn't done much hunting in this area for awhile which would surprise many.

As her form lay against the warm earth, her frozen lamps watched for any particular sheep that caught her fancy, injured, young, or perhaps one that just seemed a bit slower then the others. Her sences all worked together to determine which fell into one of those catagories.