Shit Happens :c

Despite their best precautions, sometimes shit happened, and a predator had taken one of that year's half grown lambs in the middle of the night, near the end of a shift so the guards were not quite as alert. It wasn't surprising how clever the thief was, since it was an older cougar, experienced enough to wait until the right time and not so foolish as to stick around to let them catch him. She'd left Tam with the flock guards to corral the survivors and check them over for wounds while she set off to track the puma with Ren and Ayer. Unfortunately, she'd found where the cat had killed the lamb and eaten its fill before fleeing again, and she had lost his trail. Frustrated and tired she'd returned to what remained of the lamb to see what she could salvage, and now she had the quartered carcass bundled together in the torn hide (she thought she could at least get strips out of it for binding things) slung over her back as she trudged along. It was afternoon, now, and she'd been up far too long, but it was what it was. Ren was a very short way off, alert to any other predators that might be drawn by the scent of butchered meat, and even Ayer was running alongside rather than in her usual spot on Corbie's back so she didn't have to carry the kinkajou's weight along with the lamb. She'd made it as far as the prairie before needing to take a break, and here she was flopped down in the fall sun, panting, still frustrated but tired enough for the feeling to have faded into the background.