Baa, baa, black sheep

He can't help but let out a chuckle. "I've been told I'm pretty good at reading minds," Wilder jokes, his eyes crinkling at the center. Without another word, he takes off to circle around the group of sheep. His gaze is sharp and focused as he makes his way toward the back end of the herd. It only takes a few minutes before he notices an older one with a limp. Ah, perfect! Not that he's terribly good at hunting, but he's at least not stupid enough to go after one of the bigger males.

Settling down in the grass far from Greed, Wilder waits for his moment. Getting antsy, he kneads the dirt until he sees an opening. The herb begins to space out, distracted by grazing and no wind to give away their scents. As soon as the older one is somewhat alone, Wilder bursts forward. Pushing as much speed into his paws as he can, he runs straight for the limping sheep that is now alerting the others to the oncoming danger.

Snapping his jaw together so his teeth clack loudly, Wilder chases the old sheep in the direction where Greed lay in wait.

WILDER