Sheepeater Cliff the junkyard, the cemetary

3 (1-5, he sticks the landing. 6-10, not so much)

It was a frustrating game that they were playing. Each time it looked like a small victory might be on the horizon, something would get in the way and boom, the hunters were back at zero. Blondine sighed and decided to try with her original idea. She sulked a bit to the side, out of visibility from both the prey and her partner where she continued to watch in silence. 

There was one in particular who she was interested in — a juvenile, it looked to be. While the others move quickly from surface to surface, this one seemed more hesitant, inexperienced. It interested Blondine, the way that he moved; it was as if he was injured, almost. And if that was the case, she didn't feel bad about what was happening at all.

Just as he went for another move, Blondine barked a short but piercing call, hoping to give just enough of a distraction...