a hunt thread for a new mom? sure

As Ghoul took off, Cricket laughed and held on tight. The old sheep couldn't keep up with the rest of its flock and Cricket rose to balance on Ghouls back as he drew closer. Wiggling her shoulders before she launched, she found a soft landing on the wooly back of the sheep, there was so much they could do with this! She launched herself, still laughing gleefully at one of the horns, using her momentum and weight to twist the old rams head. It tripped over its feet and plowed into the dirt, taking Cricket along for the ride but she wouldn't be taken out so easily. Springing back to her feet from her roll through the dirt she charged back towards the sheep, teeth ready to take hold of it's throat.