Ambrose
Sandy paws carried the brute silently through the shadows of the trees. It was nightfall, but the moon was out and cast a purple haze over land, making it a bit of a challenge for Ambrose to navigate his way around unseen. But it would be possible if he remained quiet and stayed downwind, and if he made use of all the shadows that the trees and farm impliments provided. He slunk out from the forest and stood by the fence of the sheep pasture. Body lowered down into a crouch, muscles tensing as he steadied himself. One leap. He was over. Ambrose looked around him, eager hungry eyes looking for sheep. A cast fell back to the forest behind him. He had expected Avery to arrive here as well, he needed a partner if he was going to take down a sheep tonight. Aloof auds flicker back and forth, listening intently for any noise which meant danger.
Avery
Slender wolfess soon followed behind Ambrose, using pretty much the same tactics he did. She slunk up beside her sibling and nudged his shoulder with her cold muzzle. Chilling silver pools dart to the open field, then back to the brute beside her. What's your motive? The fae asked, voice barely above a whisper but just hard enough for Ambrose to hear.
Taijya, Fajebin, Whisper
On the opposite side of the pasture came a raven figure cloaked by the darkness. Her form lay low to the ground, kept just behind the fence as ambers absorbed the light of the full moon. This was perfect. One of the humans was gone, and the scent of wolf drifted towards her from the other end of the pasture, providing her with the knowledge of fellow hunters, and leaving them clueless to her presense. She was not within sight range, and her scent drifted opposite of them, so until she made a true attack further into the pasture, it was like she wasn't even there.
Right now her mind relied on a stratagy, created mooons ago, though changed now once this occasion presented itself. Attacking from two different places gave wolf alike enough time to kill off as much livestock as possible. Taijya knew nothing of the wolves in the distance, but they smelt wild, and whether they killed for pleasure or food, they would kill. A toothy grin appeared on the mug of the demoness shadowed carcuss leaping over the fense to fall right back into a low stalking position.
Behind the wolf of Rubicon(sp?) came a snowy form, only made more obvious by the light of the moon. His amber eyes and skilled scense of smell led herafter the fae, her smell almost always leading to some form of entertainment. Finding her laying low, he stayed behind the fense, using the shadows to darken his more the noticable pelt. He didn't speak, his nose did the talking. Other wolves, he knew her plan. He had heard the old one before, but he could easiliy interprut the differances into this senerio. HIs plume flicked side to side, eagerly awaiting a sheep to show itself as a good target.
Just as Fajebin, Whisper followed Taijya with the soul intrest of finding ways to kill off the two leggers. Her motions however were slower and far less urgant. She knew whether she made it there late or right before the un began, there would still be plenty of fun to be had. Her cunning mind was already spinningas the scent of the wolvesin the distance hit her, and Taijya's plan came to mind. Now all that would be needed were their fellow killers. When she finally caught up with her brother, her silver form was lowering to the earth, staying near to her brother. She looked out, awaiting anything in particular to strike at.
Ambrose
Auds perk alertly and the hunter raised his dial. He thought he'd heard something off in the distance. A low but quiet growl rattled inside his chest. He lowered his frame to the ground, mane erect. Ambrose squinted into the darkness, though could see nothing. But he knew they were there, whatever his definition of "they" was. The brute chose to ignore the presence of the others for now, and instead turned his focus back out into the open, waiting for a sheep or human or dog or anything to reveal itself.
Avery
The vixen turned her dial sharply at Ambrose's growl. Pools glare suspiciously out into the open, and she raised herself onto her paws. Her gaze followed her brother's to the field ahead, then behind her, then to the direction of the other wolves. Avery snarled and slunk back into the forest until she was engulfed in pitch blackness, blocking her from view save for her chilling blue eyes. Slender limbs carried the fae swiftly and ever so silently towards the unknown wolves. Well she was guessing their location, though, but there was a tiny hint of a scent she followed. Her muscles were tensed and her eyes and ears alert in case of an unsuspected attack.
Whisper
The silver huntress perked her harks as one of the floating scents fell from it's position. So lowly she moved back from her snowy brother, further into the brush and towards the oncoming wolve. Again scent was on her side, and her soft steps kept the silence around her. She stood frozen until the fae fell into silver lamps before a light growling chuckling fell past her lips. She spoke lightly,despite being further from the sheep, she still kept her sly wits about her. "Go back to your end missy. Were both her for some fun, lets make things interesting for the lost sheep why don't we? Two proves better for us when the humans choose to arrive am I not right? And besides, I suspect your hide to be spared if they did for they have more against Taijya then you and your companion over there." Again a chuckle rolled out, knowing well the humans would shoot the midnight huntress if they had the chance. That was IF, and that if was a long way from being possible.
Silent now, she waited for the usually snappy comeback before she would return to her party. She enjoyed causing some sort of fight, although she doubted one here would be of any use to the fae. It would seem she would rather hunt safly then anything else, which with Taijya and heself, along with her brother, their safty would be guarenteed once any caught sight of one of these three.
Avery
A wry smile crossed her features as the other spoke, auds listening intently. True, I've heard Taijya has a reputation amongst these parts. She said with a hint of a smirk, though her voice remained quiet enough so just Whisper could hear, in case a farm dog or human or sheep would pitch up. Avery herself was aiming to be like those "legendary" wolves, who had half the population of Sparkling Creek after them. But then again, she'd only just arrived here, so that path was still quite far out of sight. Oh well, maybe, just maybe tonight would be a good time to start. A mere nod was given after the silver fatale had spoke. There wasn't much for Avery to reply with without starting an arguement of some sort, which at the time would be pointless to both of them. Right. Let's wait for some game, shall we? She said somewhat mockingly, before padding noislessly back to Ambrose. All there was left to do between now and the hunt was to wait.
Whisper
Whisper was a bit surprised when the spoken tones did not contain some form of smart retort. Although the faes cooperation would make this whole thing alot simplier. Hearing the final tones, the silver duchess turnedher own sleek form, plume flicking as final snap as she headed back to hide beside her easily noticable brother.
Avery/Ambrose
Ambrose turned his dial as Avery returned. Well? He said bluntly, auds perk. If whatever was on the other side meant trouble, he'd be sure to deal with it without hesitation. The ebony brute growled as the fatale crouched down beside him, eyes watching her, still awaiting a reply.
Avery shook her head at her sibling's words, and crouched down beside him. Alright, keep your skirt on. Tis just another wolf, but I suspect there's three of 'em. They're here for the same reason as us, so cool it. Might make the chase a bit more interesting and worth while. All that's left for us to do now is wait. She whispered with a ruefull smirk on her fine features. Avery crept a bit back into the forest to hide her from sight, and signalled for Ambrose to do so too.
*Sheep*
The flock was grouped lazily over the side of a hill, grazing here and there while talking gossip with each other. The year's lambs were about half the size of their adult counterparts now, and just as flighty.
All together, there were 24 sheep in the predator's direct view. The rest of the flock was scattered about in other places of the pasture.
Taijya, Fajebin, Whisper
The raven huntress shuffled her limbs beneath her form as golden pools eyed one of the young sheep. She stayed still until it seemed the animal was focused elsewhere. Only the did sherelease the energy built up in her hinds to send her off straight for the animals throat. Her jaws snapped, and even if she did not get the thoat, her jaws were deteremined to come off with some flesh as a prize.
Fajebin made his own mad dash the moment Taijya made her move, aiming for the nearest ewe. His jaws went for the throat or shoulder area, hoping to finish this quickly.
Whisper stayed back longest, waiting for some caos to arrise. Instead her silver form slunk through the brush, gaining speed asshe neared a smallgroup of sheep. Her scent would be detectable, but it might also stir them up enough to make them stupid. Once she left the brush she aimed for the first throat she could make out, be it lamb or adult.
Ambrose/Avery
Audets perk as the three unfamiliar wolves set off. Muscles tensed underneath the female's pelt, and she attacked a second after Taijya. Powerful limbs propelled her forward in a massive leap, sharp ivories scissoring for the nearest sheep's throat. Right now it didn't really matter wether it was a juvenile or an adult, as long as she'd get hold of something.
Ambrose lowered into a crouch and sped for a a nearby female. He made a dive for the animal's throat, jaws slamming shut. Hopefully he'd managed to get hold.
*Sheep*
Taijya and Ambrose both got a direct hit on their targets. Against the unrelenting jaws of the wolves, both sheep were killed almost instantly as the vital ways of their necks were crushed and torn through.
Fejabin's jaws fell to the shoulder of the ewe, for she had made a sudden turn as he went for her. Bleating loudly, she plunged her tiny legs against the ground, trying to pull away from the wolf.
Avery's teeth landed on the neck of a male lamb. But, unlike Ambrose, Avery's jaws did not hit in a vital area at first. Instead, they went through the fleece and struck the muscles of the outter neck. The lamb bucked and struggled, trying to tear free from her, all the while bleating in terror.
By the time Whisper came in to attack, the sheep were thrown into panic. Like a school of fish, they swarmed away from the attacking wolves, heading for the opposite end of the pasture while flocking in an ever tight bunch. This presented a problem for Whisper, for now it was mainly their haunches that were exposed, instead of their throats. As she made to attack, the targeted ewe was tagged along her upperside. Kicking out in a desperate move to wound the wolf, the ewe managed to pull away from Whisper as she tried to merge into the fleeing flock.
Taijya, Fajebin, Whisper
The raven hued beauty held onto the sheep until she felt the final effort at life fail. Then she let the lifeless form fall onto the ground in a heap of fleece before her dealy golden eyes locked onto their next target, Whispers escapes prey. Seeing it escape the silver faes jaws, Taijya made a dash for the snowy creature. Jaws aimed the attack for the neck and shoulder area, knowing that slowing the creature down would sign it's death certificate.
Fajebins jaws shook violently, refusing to release the shoulder, alhough knowing the wound would not kill the animal. So before he would relase he was hoping to injure the animal enough to slow it down a great deal, giving him the best shot of getting the right neck hold.
Whisper jumped back, but not withoutgetting a sharp hit in the chest from the sheeps failing legs. She took a moment to catch her breathe before looking up to find Taijya going for the sheep. Knowing what to do now, she swung out to the opposite side of the animal, limps stetching and pulling back to bring her to the sheep. When she was beside the animal she snapped her jaws at the shoulder, not nessasarily going for a hold, but mostly to try and trip it.
*Sheep*
Too terrified to think straight and save themselves, the sheep were as easy to hunt as shooting fish in a barrell, as they say. Whisper's poor target was not only hit by Taijya, but Whisper as well. No sooner had Taijya gripped the neck area than Whisper caught the shoulder. The sheep was running so fast she nearly did a flip before landing on her side. With a gasping bleat, she struggled to regain her foot and run...
When Fajebin finally released his sheep, he had done enough damage to make the creature stumble and fall to her knees as she made for a quick escape. As she scrambled painfully up, her neck was in perfect range...
Taijya, Whisper, Fajebin
Whisper let go, allowing Taijya to do as she could with the sheep. As the animal attempted to stand, the huntress went for the back, leaping up and attempting to latch her jaws around the backbone. The fleece would pose a problem for this attempt, but her fangs could hopefully remove that with enough rips and tears at the flesh if she made her hit.
*Sheep*
Fajebin's sheep stood no chance as the teeth found their way to the life vien. The struggle was brief but frantic, ending as the ewe crumpled to the ground with the oily-red blood staining her otherwise white fleece.
The other sheep fought longer against the duo, her bleating very loud and panic-stricken. Like the other sheep however, her efforts would ultimately be in vain. Taijya had created a massive wound in the flesh, which signed the sheep's death in a matter of minutes as blood seeped steadly from her body. Whisper's assault complicated things, for after she removed enough fleece, her jaws found an easier mark on the spine. Unable to hold up to the pressure that a wolf's jaws could create, the spine was quickly crushed. And, only moments later, the sheep was dead.