Ghost Lion Crag The Hunt is ON!

Although Shalon dismissed her offer, Darsal would still pick a few leaves on the way home to stave off infection from the wound. Yes, the cut could turn out to be nothing, but it could also poison her blood, however rife the chances of that were.
Darsal crept toward the herd of sheep, moving slowly but with certainty. Her gaze scanned the animals individually, looking for any signs of injury or illness. After a few seconds, she saw it: there was a pair of Bighorn lambs sparring on the outer vicinity of the herd. A path, though rocky, led upward to the ridge on which they played. Darsal's ears pricked with interest.
She crept along the ledge, heading up to the lambs. The pair hadn't seemed to notice a dangerous presence just yet. As she peered over the highest stones, she saw her chance. One sheep had its back turned to her, blocking the other lamb's view of her. Without hesitation, Darsal sprang from her position, needing only a bound before sinking her teeth into the lamb's hind leg. 
The lambs had obviously seen her when Darsal had attacked, but they had been frozen in place for too long. The sheep screeched in its struggle, unable to run with its leg caught in Darsal's jaws. The other lamb, unhurt, fled down the path, just above the ridge where Shalon was last seen. 
Darsal twisted her head sharply, breaking the lamb's leg so that it couldn't run. Mercifully, though, she killed it seconds after.