Silverlight Terrace private reserve

Something changed in one swift second. First Eigma was trailing after the sheep which seemed to mosey along, and then the sheep paused, let out a small nervous bleat, and changed direction. Eigma watched it, following with her body low and predatory, but the sheep vanished behind a cluster of once proud trees. She had to thoughtfully find a way through the ruined forest to the last point she had witnessed the ewe, and by the time she reached it, the creature had vanished. It was about this time that a new wolfish scent caught her attention, making her fur bristle.