Bearclaw Valley Lets kill tonight.

Scarlett looked down as the pup gave a suggestion. It was endearing but not the right answer. "No," she whispered back. "That is the most dangerous one, because he protects the females,' she explained to her young. The mother whispered softly and then made her look to the one she had in mind. "Desna look at that one at the end close by the water... when it walks it has a limp. It walks funny." Scarlett stepped away from Desna and then lowered herself. "You stay here and watch. Look what I am doing and then I will bring the prey to you if I caught it." Scarlett gave her a red eyed glance that she meant it. She didn't want Desna to be trampled in her excitement to join.

The mother trotted forward low to the ground, around the group of bighorn sheep, this was she stayed hidden even for their noses. The mother then started to creep closer and waited for a moment before running and trying to attack the limping sheep. Her eyes were mindful of the big male, but since all were so startled by the sudden appearance the male had more trouble chasing his other females back rather than caring about the limping one. Scarlett bit down in the limping leg, almost getting a kick but she managed to let go just in time. The she stumbled and Scarlett knew she had it. The mother clamped her jaws down started dragging the struggling sheep. She made a big wound in her prey's neck before she looked up, certain that the exhaust sheep kept laying down. "Desna? You can come out now!," she called. "You want to kill it?," she asked, knowing that the sheep would bleed out within minutes but it would give the pup a sense of making the kill.