Sera had a little lamb

The stormy child tried hard not to look behind her. The feeling of being followed had not let up in the last few days. No matter how hard, or fast she fled, she felt that they would be just around the corner behind her. A step away, and prepared to drag her home kicking and screaming.

Sometimes she wondered if it would be so bad, home had a bed, and a meal, if not consistently, at least often enough to keep her from starving. Her stomach rumbled beneath her at the mere thought of a bite to eat, and she grimaced, ignoring it. She wasn’t much of a hunter. She hadn’t had much opportunity to learn. She could clean like a hurricane, and prepare a meal in no time at all. She could start a fire, and tend to a hearth. Skills that had kept her in line at home, but seemed to have no place in the larger world.

Man, she would kill for a bite to eat. Or, erm, she would. If she could figure out how.

The sound of bleating caught her attention, and brought her towards the small outcropping of rocks. For the most part, she had been following the river, and it had led her towards the mountains. She had stumbled over strange, metallic objects buried deeply in the earth. Almost falling off her toes more than once when they hit something solid and mostly buried by the grass. In her tired, stumbling gait, she reached the outcropping of stones beneath the mountain. There was the scent of blood in the air, and it was driving her crazy. She was half starved. Having never been well fed in the first place, it took little for her ribs to start to show. Following the sound of bleating, and the blood teasing her nose, she found the sheep. It’s feet had gotten trapped in a small gap between two large rocks. She opened her mouth, scenting the air, and salivating.

She stepped forward, and the sheep looked at her, and bleated. It didn’t even seem afraid, stupid creature that it was. What sheep wasn’t afraid of a wolf? Closer, and closer yet. She was almost at its rump, and fantasizing on the divine taste of lamb. Close enough to catch its individual scent, and that of the places it had been.
Pack

“Oh shit on a fire stick, oh hell on high water.” she swore, leaning back on her haunches, and letting out a tired breath. Yeah, no. Starvation hadn’t made a fool of her yet. She wasn’t taking a munch out of pack property. She looked at the stupid creature, and gears began to slowly turn in her tired mind. She couldn’t eat the sheep, no. But, perhaps… just maybe. There would be a reward for its return.

She moved over the sheep, and understood now why the sight and scent of her did not set it off. It's keepers were wolves, and clearly it was accustomed to them. She began to push and slide its hoof, giving it a final shove, until the creature was free. As it moved at her prompting, the sound of jingling filled the air. She wrinkled her nose and took a closer look at its neck. Finding the collar and bell wound about it. Alright then.

She gripped the collar in her mouth and gave it a slight tug. “Come on doopy, you're going home.”

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