Can We Borrow A Cuppa Sheep?!

The man lashes out quickly-- she could have expected as much. Teeth make contact with her right foreleg as she jerks backwards, trying to maintain her balance. The tilt of his antlers, and she's not quick enough to avoid them. Feeling them graze the point of her shoulder, a little whimper in the girl's throat. It's the most real fight she's ever been in, and it makes her feel ever-smaller. Heart racing, nails digging hard into the soft earth beneath her paws. It's a fight to stay upright.

Digging in deep, a growl resonating from her throat. Teal won't balk, she won't falter, even if she's scared. Staying low to the ground, trying to use her miniscule size to her advantage, the girl lashes out for his thigh. The tissue would be tender, vascular, and she could reach it without leaving too much exposed. Shoulders hunched, eyes narrowed-- everything ached, and she couldn't give into the fear. Not yet.

TEAL