Ba ba big sheep

Manea worked her way across the rocky cliffs of the mountain side, her aqua gaze set on a herd of dall sheep that were milling about. She had seen a few traces of them the last time they were up here in the caves of the Dreamer's Col and then needed to put dinner on the table, so to speak, so they seemed like prime candidates to her. She found a larger, more stable section of rock for them to stop on, creeping toward the edge of the cliff and peeking down at the sheep that waited below them. Glancing over her shoulder at Alastor, she gave him a grin and asked him quietly, "Well, what do you think, master hunter? How should we go about this?" Crush them, chase them off a cliff, sneak up on them the old fashion way... As long as one of them ended up dead she'd be fine with it in the end.

Manea | Temno