Sheepeater Cliff disco party

"Bhaaaaaa," the small predator mocked to the mountain sheep ahead of her. Over its shoulder, the animal stared with an unimpressed expression. "What? Is my accent off?" It wasn't often that the little leader exercised her comedic talents -hence her lack of skill. However, her recent accomplishments had her in an unusually fresh mood.

With little more than inherited memories to guide her Tulind had gotten herself remarkably close to her goal of Otter Creek. Of course she had become misplaced once or twice along the trail, but had eventually righted herself both times through sheer will. It was an impressive nod to the coyote, and it invigorated her to go even further -regardless of whatever obnoxious obstacles came her way.

Swishing her messy tail against her heels, she began to ki-yip until the beast was driven away. After all, it possessed no potential to her as a meal -only an unorthodox danger. Gloating in her evident force, she was ignorant to the wolf advancing behind her...