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Vallkyrie, if she had been born a large cat instead, would have been the cheetah. Limber and quick, she danced around the sheep, hoping to keep him distracted as she snapped and snipped at the beast along his side, hoping that with his neck turned, the larger and stronger wolf would be able to seek hold to the his throat. 

In seconds, time would tell if her hunting partner would be successful and in that moment, Vallkyrie would whirl around to grip and pull at the sheep's thin back ankle, the one that had been injured. She would cause the sheep to loose his balance and topple to the ground.