Sheepeater Cliff staring in to open flame

@Dagur

a sheep had lost its footing. it might've been too old or too young; too something, at any rate. foolish and clumsy, unlike its brethren. the remains had been picked-over by foxes and crows, and now it was zharille that found it.

the face was eyeless. its legs were twisted strangely beneath it. there was almost nothing left of its belly, but it was not meat that drew her along this time. the sheep's crown, curving from its bloody skull, remained untouched.

these, she set upon with her teeth as if they might break off, to be carried and played with. it was not such an easy thing, obtaining them. they would not budge and zharille grew quickly flustered.