Ghost Lion Crag The Hunt is ON!

Shalon's ears perked forward and her head shot up when she heard the screetch of a young lamb. She had seen Darsal head off a different direction, and assumed that she had simply been more fruitful. She gave a small shruge and was going to continue her search when a another juvenial lamb came over a hill and ran toward her. It hadn't seen her, and was to young to realise that wolves hunt in packs. Crouching low Shalon waited, if it continued running toward this direction it would run straight past her. The rest of the herd had scattered to the cliffs leaving the young sheep to fend for itself.

It didn't see Shalon, and as such she lunged when it was at the right position. Her jaws connected around the lambs neck. Cutting through its windpipe and cutting off the air supply. Shalon pulled it down to the ground, once their she broke it's neck with a quick flick of her head. They had done it, this in conjunction with the bear they had brought down would last them for a week or so. Shalon looked toward the sky, gauging what time it was. They could eat when they got back.

Shalon dragged the carion toward Darsal, and yelled toward her, "Darsal, lets get going. We have done what we set out to do. Let's head home, eh?"