Sun Mote Copse And I'm still tired of sleeping with the light on

The signed movement drew her eye to where Clover blended in well with the slate grey rocks along the frozen banks of the river, and Niamh nodded. Yeh, kicking ass- that she was good at. Her job, right now, was just to zig-zag down the mountainside, cutting off the uphill exit from the sheep, and herding them toward the river's icy surface where they would be able to catch up and bring down one- maybe even two of the creatures on the slippery surface. With a growl, Niamh shot forward, propelling herself down the mountainside and toward the small herd of herbivores which inevitably spooked away from her. 

She moved to her own left, so that the sheep wouldn't simply run away from Clover and further down the banks, cutting off their exit and making the only feasible route the one they would have to take across the river. But it was too wide for them to get a good advantage or get ahead of the wolves, not when one had the advantage of having been practically flying down the mountainside, and the other had been there waiting already. The sheep hit the ice and continued to try and run- but their attempt was laughable at best; their little legs scrambled on the ice and their cloven hooves, which would normally give them expert purchase on the scraggy mountainside, did nothing to help them on the river's icy surface. Niamh barreled toward them like an avalanche.