Sawtooth Spire frühlingstauwetter

blood pumped through the fiery hearts of the sagtannet wolves who were here to participate in the hunt. the sheep on this mountain were incredibly large, but not large enough where wolves can't take one down. on mahler's count, they sprang into action. she saw him latch onto the ram. gracious's strength was not in her speed but in her brute power that came with her size. the ram came down the rockface with the rest of his herd, and now any of the wolves down below were ready for reception.

gracious had found herself in a downward run with the ram and mahler on top. she knew the neck was the life giver, but it was too risky. trying to trip the animal would mean mahler could get flipped while trying to stay on. quickly thinking, though deeply conflicted, gracious aimed to gouge into its shoulder with her sharp teeth and throw her weight into the back. she was nothing compared to the sheep, but it may be enough weight to just slow down the downhill sprint.