Ghost

The she wolf walks in and lays down on the outside of the fence, she looks around at all the sheep, then she got up and nosed around a bit sniffing the air every now and then, trying to find a dead animal, preferably sheep.

*Sheep*

A group of five sheep huddled together, trying to keep warm. One sheep is much older than the rest, and shivers. There is no scent of humans near.

Ghost

She jumped over the fence, and started creeping along the ground to the group of sheep, then took off running, she didn’t want do what she had to do, but i was going to die soon anyway, she jumped and went for the oldest sheep of them all.

*Sheep*

The was a cry of panic, and the sheep began to run. But the oldest one was by far the slowest and jostled around as the others hurried past him. He was knocked to the ground, where his soft throat was suddenly open for attack...

Ghost

As the she wolf was coming down, her claws came out, she landed on the sheep’s stomach, then lowered her head, and bit down hard on its neck.

*Sheep*

The sheep kicks futily, but to no avail. In a matter of seconds, his windpipe and jugular vein are severed and he is dead. The rest of the panic stricken sheep have fled down to the other side of the pasture.

A flock of crows land in a nearby tree, watching the wolf.

Ghost

She gets of the sheep, and howls, for she had her kill, now she could feast, but how was she going to get it out of there? She dragged over to the fence, the sheep was to heavy, to jump over with, or toss over, so she looks around for a board in the fence that was broken, she found a splintered piece, then started running and hitting it, after awhile it broke, she went, got her kill, and headed away from the ranch, she was going to eat this in peace, away from humans, and other animals...off to the eskers.