Hey, did we order this dinner to go?

The owls finally had assistance, Ruthgar running alongside the ewe but otherwise keeping hands-off while Valdis herded it from a ledge further down. "Oh please do!" he huffed in reply to Art's question, for once his attention a little too focused to be caught up in ogling. "Ambush sounds like a better plan, who knows if one of those ledges vanishes up ahead." He didn't even want to think about Valdis' ledge just disappearing out from under her, leaving the yearling to tumble to her doom like that kid Nah. So he didn't think about it. "Bite the damn thing!" he snarled at Ruthgar, who seemed to be playing tag or something. "Hamstring the bitch instead of pussyfooting around!" Fanged muzzle swung to Artemis, who looked a bit speedier than him. "Do you think you can get ahead of her far enough to drop down to that ledge she's on and block her?" He had an inkling of a plan, and the path he and Art were on was much wider and safer than the mountaineous walls Valdis and the sheep were clambering on so she should be able to make it to a sprint safely. "Valdis, drive her towards Art!" On the path above, Chaos kept pace with the ewe, ready for everything to fall into place.