Sunset Valley But he talks like a gentleman

early afternoon, overcast, 54 F

He took his assignment seriously. He had spent many days out in the valley and in the surrounding areas, keeping an eye out for any of the caribou herd that looked sick. If he could take them down on his own, he would try, but others still had enough vigor left in them that he needed help. Luckily there were plenty of other wolves around with the same goal in mind.

Today, he was perched on a low cliff, looking down at the herd. He had been watching a large female for some time. She was clearly sick, but he hadn't yet figured out exactly how sick. Could he deal with her on his own? He supposed there was only one way to find out.

He quietly dropped down to the ground and waited. She had drifted near here a few times, and he knew she would again. 

Some time had passed before she was close enough, and Tuulu wouldn't give her any more advantage than she already had. He leaped forward and latched onto her shoulder. The cow violently screamed and reared up. She was stronger than she looked, apparently. The northerner probably needed help, but he was too stubborn to back off now, especially as she sent him flying back across the frozen grass. An abrasion burned on his forearm, stretching from wrist to elbow, but it wouldn't hinder him; he pushed past the pain and took off after the sick reindeer, teeth snapping at kicking heels as he drew closer.