H.yde

I can't help but be bad. It's in my nature I guess. My dad was some shepherd bastard, my mom was a pretty little wolf. Gotta admit she was lovely. I'd have puppies with her. I mean. If she wasn't my mom. Pfft. I leapt nimbly over the fence. I had told Jekyll I needed some time to get into trouble. I love getting into trouble. My brother is a goody two shoes. Sure, I love him. But he drives me nuts. I love to be bad. So. Here I am. A hunting me a sheep. I'm really not that hungry. Buttttt. I guess I could eat something. And why not kill a sheep? Pretty little lamb, I can totally do this on my own. Now... Just need to pick one out....

*Sheep*

Those sheep that were born this spring were now grown, blending in in size with the adults of the flock, though many of them still retained the antics befitting of youngsters. Two such sheep were playing a game, butting heads with each other to see which one was stronger. While they played, the rest of the sheep nearby were huddled together against the cold wind, and gossiping noisily to one another.