Moonspear thoughts on a grey day

She'd lurked on the sheep all week and caught onto their patterns quickly enough. She'd actually been hoping to find a weakness in one of their less noteworthy members -- maybe a yearling, or a younger, less experienced member. Even all of the females in the lot seemed sturdy, but their most decorated male with his impressive curl of horn seemed to lag. She suspected age was catching him, that perhaps his joints ached or his breath went short faster. Amekaze couldn't say in truth, but in her hours creeping on their group and she saw him off on his own, lingering quietly and moving slowly. It riled the hunter in her, but as a pack creature, this was not an undertaking for her alone.

Soft, fluffy snow began to occasionally fall on this bitterly cold day and she peered skyward in hopes that this would not pick up quickly. While perched somewhere north of the low meadow she knew housed the sheep, the dark alpha raised her muzzle for a low, questioning howl. Hunt? Maybe she could inspire some interest in her fellows.

It was a bold undertaking, but she was feeling pent up and like expending some energy. If they could find success, they would feast heartily and for a good while. She liked their odds well enough to try -- even with remembering the last time they had tried to hunt a ram, when the Redhawks and lightening had tried to interfere with them.

She sniffed the winds and waited, not willing to go to close to the prey's general area just yet. Not without knowing if she'd have the power to proceed at all. No point in harassing them needlessly; she wanted them to stay here cozily for her to pluck from their numbers as she pleased.

christmas hunt anyone? o: