God Damn Little Lamb

Corbie was tracking an escaped lamb who'd managed to get through a cracked part of the fence and made a break over the pack border. This was not the first time this particular lamb had found itself in trouble, and Corbie was sorely tempted to just let it go do whatever it wanted and get itself killed off without taking any of her wolves down with it, but she had to admit that the primitive breed she had inherited from Tornach were just too resilient and self sufficient - doubtless the lamb would survive and go completely feral, and make trouble for the herd anyway. At least if he was contained with the herd they could harvest him in the fall with the rest of the lambs and never have to worry about him again.

Sighing, she worked her way through a bramble liberally tufted with little bits of wool, clearly left by the lamb on its own way through.