Ba ba big sheep

Watching Manea at work was like watching an artist create. The deft way her paws carried her svelte body into a graceful lunge for the closest sheep was nothing short of entertaining to witness, black eyes sparkling with admiration for his galactic queen while she grabbed the ewe with her feline claws and brought it down to the ground before snuffing its life out in a similar fashion to his kill. It was incredibly enticing to watch, and it left him with a different kind of hunger in his gut while he followed her with his eyes. Alastor barked a hearty laugh while the remainder of the herd fled up the cliff face, leaving only two petrified ones behind. Alastor eyed the sheep with a bloodstained wolfish grin. "Well, I am loathe to waste good food..." he remarked, then rushed the sheep with a growl.

His target bleated and tried to flee, but Alastor sunk his teeth into the animal's calf and thrashed his head to shred through its muscles and cripple it. The sheep flailed as it collapsed to the ground, bleating for help, only for the black dire wolf to step over his struggling prey and reach his muzzle down to close his jaws around the sheep's throat. There was a pop of flesh and cartilage, followed by the hot gush of thick blood in his mouth, and Alastor tore out the sheep's throat, rearing back with the gore hanging from his mouth. The sheep underneath his paws struggled for only a few moments more, choking and gurgling on its own blood while it died, and then it lay still as it expired. Alastor looked up at the remaining sheep, which had begun to run towards the edge of the sheer drop, wondering if Manea would go to catch it or if she'd let it commit suicide to get away from them.


"Alastor"