Grampa Dall

Kichi climbed up the mountainside looking for his prey.  Now that it was summer the chill wasn’t as bad but it was still chilly.  Kichi normally didn’t bother hunting on the mountain but then again he normally didn’t see signs of the Dall sheep so close to the bottom part of the mountain.  

Kichi wouldn’t have to climb too high up nor the path be quite as tricky as it got up in the higher territory.  Soon enough he turned a corner and there it was.  The dall sheep looked older than some, larger but it also seemed to move slower.  Whether it was lucky or better at surviving than its friends today it would die.  Perhaps that was why it was so much lower.  Maybe his friends were done with the old guy.

"Kichi"