Blossom of snow

When the wolfling revealed herself form behind the boulder, the sheep skidded to an almost standstill in fright. Where Seumas had managed to tear at it's hindquarters, its wool was dripping a deep red. Taking quick leaps towards the pair, Seumas' hay coloured gaze concentrated on the powerful lunge from the young female, and the scent of the yew's blood grew stronger as a blow was dealt to the sheep's throat. This would be it.

The sheep in it's survivalist anger swiped at the female, but thankfully she swerved nicely. Almost upon the pair, Seumas took the opportunity to deal another blow. Moving in quickly to the sheep's side as it was distracted, the hungry wolf lunged to tear at the underside of the yew's neck. With a strong hold around the tender flesh, Seumas yanked hard with all four paws firmly on the rocky ground. After a few seconds of struggle, the yew finally fell lax.

Seumas straightened up and licked the blood from his mouth and looked to his impromptu hunting partner. "Thanks for the save."