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Long legs bent down, lowering herself as her head aligned with her spine. The dark woman widened the space between her and the other woman as though to arc around the scent which they had found.

After a few moments Vallkyrie could see the creature ahead of them. It was a sheep of some sort, ram or goat. A bighorn sheep, though she didnt know the proper name. The sheep, though holding still dangerous horns, was slight and thin, a youth having been born last spring. He carried a limp with what seemed a broken limb behind him. Vallkyrie instantly thought of the glaciers. He must have come off the silvertip mountains and slipped on the icy slates. 

Bad for him, good for them, and much larger then rabbit indeed.