Sheepeater Cliff i knew but i forgot

Wanna wrap this up, since I know Lentil's making his debut soon? :D

Junior fancied herself many things, though a Gamekeeper wasn't one of them, much as her father would've loved that. When Lasher made his move, she hung back, watching and learning. It wasn't that she wasn't interested, per se — though hunting did seem too laborious for her tastes at times — but that she didn't know what she was doing. She observed, only moving closer when it was clear Lasher could use her assistance.

While he sank his teeth into the animal's rump, Junior trotted around to its anterior. She swallowed as she watched the animal struggle and cry. She didn't feel sympathy for it. Rather, a savage instinct welled up within her and she lashed out without really thinking, her jaws closing around its throat. Shut up, she found herself thinking as she squeezed. Shut up, shut up, shut up! And it did shut up, its bleat becoming a strangled squeak, then a bubbling rasp, then nothing.

When she let go, the freshly dead goat fell limply to the ground. Junior took a step back, then looked up questioningly at Lasher. She didn't feel pride over the kill, so to speak, but a sense of satisfaction. She nodded, her lips drawn in a tight, bloody line.