Sheepeater Cliff the junkyard, the cemetary

There would be no sheep dinner tonight. Not that Blondine cared much anymore; she was ready to move on, since there was clearly nothing interesting happening anytime soon. The only thing that still peaked her interest was the girl with the weak leaps and the clearly malnourished frame. Blondine watched her a little more intensely this time as she mimicked the lunges and leaps in an attempt to coax the sheep down from its ledge. Bless her heart, she sighed quietly as she started over.

No use, Blondine called, I doubt we'll be making much more progress anytime soon. We're on his terf. He knew the terrain better than they did, and since neither was really in proper hunting condition, the goal was a bit too high (literally). What's your name?