Hey, did we order this dinner to go?

Good, good, good! Everything was starting to pull together exactly as he'd hoped it would. With him keeping pace above them, his three partners converged on the ewe and drove her upward. His breath caught in a throat growl of warning as Valdis slid on the loose stones, but the yearling caught herself before she could go too far, so Chaos shoved the incident to the back of his mind to concentrate on what he was doing. He couldn't afford to spend too much energy worrying about his pack mates' wellbeing; he would just have to trust them to take care of themselves.

Bracing his substantial body for the inevitable impact, Chaos dropped off his ledge... directly onto the ewe who was charging towards him. His chest took the impact of her head, his weight pushing her head down so her muzzle smashed into the loose dirt beneath him, his forelegs locking around her elbows to wrap her in a grip she couldn't easily shake, a grip that kept him pressed too close to her head for her to get any momentum worked up to slam her poll into him and injure him.

Fangs flashed as he gaped his muzzle, slashing at the ewe's back with his fangs as she staggered under his bulk. He didn't waste his concentration shouting orders to the other three, now, trusting them to join the violent tableau as they chose to.

Suddenly the ewe's hindlegs sagged beneath her, though whether it was from something one of the other pack wolves had done or if he'd succeeded in reaching her spine Chaos didn't know. Whatever the cause, she and he were suddenly sliding back down the slope just as Valdis had. Chaos, still locked in step with the mountain sheep, opened his mouth to shout for everyone to get out of the way so they wouldn't get swept off the path, but all that emerged was "Shit!" before he and ewe both tumbled off the side.





A moment later, faintly manic laughter and an exhilarated whoop echoed up. "I'm all right!" Chaos' voice came immediately after. Anyone glancing over the cliff could see him climbing to his feet, a little shakily to be honest and wincing over bruises, but certainly not crushed to death in the valley below thanks to a switchback that had caught both him and the sheep some distance down. Luckily for him - though not for the sheep - he'd landed on top rather than on bottom, or he'd have had more to show for it than bruises.

Both owls, both making faintly distressed and scolding noises, circled down to the freshly dead creature to make their displeasure at his fall known (and to take their share of the kill between bouts of yelling at him). Chaos just grinned at them and tilted his head up to regard the cliff above. "I suggest taking the path! It's probably a lot more comfortable!"