Yuma

The coyote circled around the fence before jumping it and eying the herd hungrily. He stayed low so his potential meal would not see him. His bronze-colored eyes were locked on a young female sheep that was a distance away from her herd. He made his way in, hoping to catch her by surprise.

*Sheep*

The herd was oblivious to the predators presence, none had noticed him scale the fence and they continued to graze. One would casually lift their head every now and again whilst chewing grass, but apart from that they were all calm. The wind was in the coyote's favour, and he was downwind of the flock.

The female he had chosen was one of the more adventurous. She had only just reached adulthood and still felt like young. She had come away from the main body of the sheep, seeking some solitary grazing a few feet from the others. So far Yuma had suceeded in not alerting her, but her ears did flick back every now and again towards him. He would have to tread carefully.

Yuma

Yuma crept closer, keeping as silent as he could and staying low in the grass. When he was close enough, he sprang, hoping to get a hold of the young sheep's throat.

*Sheep*

The young sheep heard footfalls behind her seconds before Yuma's strike. She turned just as he drove for her throat, and the ewe had no time to run. The Coyote seized her throat, just missing her jugular, but a quick shuffle of his jaws would do it. Eyes wide, the ewe began to bleat while she had the chance, but it was soon stopped as the pressure grew on her windpipe.

The rest of the flock scampered to the other side of the pen, bleating at their comrade but too fearful to help. Luckily for Yuma, no males were in this pen at the moment, and so the defenceless ewes did nothing, just watched. If he didn't kill the ewe quickly, the humans would hear the commotion.

Yuma

Yuma snarled and chomped harder on the sheep's neck. As a coyote, he was an excellent sheep-hunter.

*Sheep*

Yuma teeth finally peirced the ewe's jugular. Slowly the life faded from her. Her flock backed further away when their comrade fell limp. Within a few minutes, her eyes glazed over. She was dead.

Yuma

Yuma smirked as he dragged the ewe away. He stopped at the fence. He could leap over an eight-foot fence, but not while he was carrying a sheep. Even if it was a young one. He pulled his meal around the edge of the fence and found a place where the bare was higher than the rest. He slipped under it, still dragging the sheep. Then he was gone.