Blacktail Deer Plateau no, but a tin can

Sunny blinked at the name having not heard of them before. He hadn't stumbled across any of these in the Cuesta and Easthollow didn't have any that he had ever seen. The warning was accepted with a firm nod and he watched his father take his place before scanning the crowd of Sheep. Most of them were large but there were a few that were slimmer and more lithe than the others.Sunny picked out one that loped ahead and to the side of the herd crouching slightly and jogging toward the young sheep. The poor thing was slow of mind and when it saw Sunny it tried to push through the crowd of Sheep instead of running away, giving Sunny the chance to leap.


He landed with ease and his weight pushed the sheep over. Knowing  that the hooves would start flailing he leapt off and to the side of the fallen Sheep narrowly avoiding a kick to the chest as he fastened his jaws around the wooly neck. He growled and bit down crushing the windpipe with his jaws and shaking hard, jerking the neck to the side with a sharp crack. Panting heavily he sat back on his haunches and looked over at his dad grinning with pride. "I did it! Not the smoothest but still....it was clean" he said through his quick breathes.