Neverwinter Forest the price of change

They moved along quietly together for a short time, the stillness of the lands around the wolves made it obvious all amounts of bird, squirrels and other rodents were aware of their presence. Ahead, the bleating of the goats sounded and in the distance their white coats shown within the edges of the dark forest.Get low. Loop around. Vallkyrie whispers to her young counterpart. She motions with her muzzle to the snowy woman into the direction she wants her to go. Here off the foothills of the mountains there were plenty of rock formations, grey and white with snow, which Simmiks coating would hide well in. If the young girl was successful in looping around she could hide and hide well in an area which matched her coat. 

Vallkyrie waited awwhile and watched silently as Simmik would take postion. Here in the forest where it was green and dark, Vallkyrie hoped to hide better. She inched forward, putting the goats in between her and the mountains of their home. If all went well, she would scare them back into the direction of the mountains where the sheep felt most safe. Here, Simmik would be in wait.

It was all a matter of timing and precision. Kyr would choose a young sheep, her little horns nothing but a stub just yet, less of a risk for injury unless the mother got involved. Charging forward, a vicious growl from her jaws, the sheep began the moved, scattering in direction towards the mountains in order to confuse the hunter. Yet Vallkyrie kept her attention on the juvenile sheep and its mother, leading them straight into Simmik's direction.