Don't be sheepish

The older wolf follows after the young leader, the single polar bear claw lightly banging into the fur on her chest. Tove follows after Kotori, eager to prove her skills and usefulness. Snow still clings to the higher evaluations, dry flurries drifting by with each gust of breeze. She used to hate the cold but now, it reminds the galaxy-hued wolf that she is alive. It was a fact that she had cursed for so long but now she has been given a purpose and that means everything to her.

Soon, the fuzzy ass-end of a sheep can be seen peaking over an abrupt edge and Tove casts her duel-toned eyes to Kotori as he speaks. She simply nods, once more falling in behind the taller wolf. The weave their way down the mountain, ending up under their quarry. A large herd of dall sheep stand on small ledges, unafraid of the wolves that walk below them.

They stop and the older wolf looks for a way to drive the sheep into a good killing zone. Spying a small path that would separate the majority of the group from two rather fat sheep, she lifts a white dipped paw. Tove grunts to pull Kotori’s attention to the path, looking to him for instructions. She could either wait here and kill or traverse the ledges to drive them down. No words are spoken but the two wolves communicate all the same.


"Tove Baade"