Well Now Don't I Feel Sheepish [AW Hunt]

Jynn watched the movement of the sheep, noting the older male and females seemed to be heading away. The younger male limped after but kept his distance. A challenger that had been cast aside perhaps? There were a few signs of injury on the larger male but he seemed far better off than the smaller one.

A shadow flitted in the corner of her eye and she turned to see Cifarelli, an incredibly skilled hunter who added much needed strength to any hunting opportunity. She grinned and nodded her head in acknowledgement and greeting. She spoke quietly and quickly. "The injured male." Gesturing gently to the injured beast she continued to speak. "Let's run it down." Jynn was a simple hunter, not given to complex plans. Their quarry was wounded and would inevitably fall behind.

She ducked low and crept amongst the rocks, her shoulder blades raising and falling sharply as she stalked. Her orange coat though bright to her fellows was simply gray to most of her prey. When she got as close as she dared her slender legs coiled beneath her and she launched herself at the sheep.

Immediately the more fit animals scattered. The injured male bolted to his feet but the wounded front left leg quaked under the sudden need to support weight.