Sheepeater Cliff staring in to open flame

as she was in good health, the meat remaining upon the carcass held little interest to her. the crown was what she'd wanted; but she was struggling, and came away frustrated, her mouth sore from the many attempts to grab or wrench the horns free.

in her periphery she saw movement, and caught a glimpse of the boy. he couldn't have been very old - and he looked wild-eyed, gaunt. no doubt he was after the carcass for more immediate reasons. she bristled and gave a flash of teeth, but did not lunge for him - instead, pacing around the sheep to its head again, covetous of her prize.