Qeya River Clubhouse

His breastbone scraped the ground as he moved forward, pausing every now and again to disguise himself in the shadow of a boulder, until there were no more shadows to hide in. He broke forward into a canter, still held low until the animals caught sight of the hunters that now charged toward them- then he stretched out into a gallop and careened toward the lambs as they scattered, scrambling down the slope. 

Above them, the ewes and rams climbed, bleating heartbreaking cries for the children who ran further and further from them, separated by two wolves. 

Two lambs fled together, side by side- having shared their mother's womb, they bound themselves together in flight. Ksura pursued them, with each turn and twist he cut off their route back up to the highlands, and forced them down toward the foothills-

-until he caught sight of the two, tall stones that marked what he called 'stone-jump bluff.' 

The lambs would make an easy kill if they simply kept their course straight, and went down into the foothills where they could not out-maneuver the wolves. Even if they split apart- which he felt they would eventually- one wolf per lamb was more than enough. 

But here was an opportunity for him to show not only his skill, but his understanding of the landscape, and of techniques that could be used not only for sheep, but other mountain-dwelling prey as well. Beyond the two stones was a drop that even the most sure-footed ram could not survive. He barked, and jerked his chin in the direction of the two stones, before he swerved to the right- driving the lambs in the direction of the unseen drop.