Sheepeater Cliff chikka chikka boom boom

For @Kaname!

The past two hunts had been failures. This was not a good sign for Fox, who hoped to bring children into the world, come spring. If the pack could not provide for young mouths, her body would realize this and not allow her to have children at all. The thought sickened her, and a feeling of impending dread swallowed her whole. It would be wretchedly unfair if she were to finally settle down with a mate, at the head of a pack, and be denied children in the end. So today, she had set off to seek out other herds where they might try their luck.

Fox's paws took her south along the mountains, where she and Finn had once attempted to catch a goat (or was it a sheep?). That hunt had been a failure, too. Fox grimaced at the memory, even though their conversation had turned out to be an amiable one. The young Nimble Paws scaled the cliffs with ease, bouncing from one rock to the next as she sought prey that she might return to in the coming days. Taking down one of these beasts solo was not exactly her strong suit. She was more of a chaser and less of a killer. Silvery-grey eyes scanned the cliffs, looking for any signs of life.