Winters Night

She drags in another sheep and burys it away from the other spots where she had buried stuff when she was sure not other creature was watching then she leaves to soon return with more sheep.

*Hunting Dog*

The hunting trots in with his tongue lolling from his lean jaws. He was tired after chasing after Verita. He had lost her shortly after leaving the Tall Grass Praire, but was able to stay on her trail until reaching the territory. Now the scent of edibles brought him here. The sheep was very old, but it was still food. Hungrily, the dog dug up the feast and began to feed on it.

Tornado

He had been wondering around his territory to make sure all was well. The scent of a strange dog told him all was not well. With his fur bristled and tail flung skyward, the alpha male charged across the land, trailing the scent. It was bad enough that this dog had tresspassed and was poaching their kills; but he reeked of humans! With his head ducked down and his jaws parted, Tornado rushed upon the dog, snapping his fangs and tryig to roll the brute across the ground with the impact.

*Hunting Dog*

The dog had virtually no experience in fighting, and especially against a wolf. Crying out in alarm, he was thrown tumbling to the ground with a torn shoulder from where Tornado's fangs hit. He tried to get up quickly, but the dog was no match for a wolf's speed. If Tornado wanted, he could pounce and have the dog's throat before it could get up.

Tornado

Instantly his jaws struck for the dog's soft and unprotected throat. Snarling savagly, he bit down with all his strength and then pulled back to kill the dog.

*Dog*

With his throat torn out, it didn't take long for the gasping dog die. But by the time Tornado found him, all the food in this particular cache had been eaten.