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

Her abs tightened, hind legs pulling up to offer some protection as the sheep kicked out awkwardly with its front legs, unable to strike her as she hung onto its neck. Cifarelli moved fluidly forward, fangs latching into the sheep's flank, casting the scent of blood into the air. With a mighty pull the strong male pulled the sheep down, its legs collapsing under it. A moment later his jaws were at its throat. Jynn could hear it struggling for air, the breath whistling out of its collapsing air pipe. It writhed beneath her, struggling to get back to its feet before ultimately succumbing to its fate. Jynn waited a moment more, ears listening for the lack of air before releasing her hold and licking the blood off her lips.