Sheepeater Cliff so fight, little wolf, fight

The only thing differing Raen from a boulder was the white on her pelt, her two different eye colors, and the fact she came pre-installed with fangs, claws, and a bone to pick with life itself. Wind had brought her here, paws known to wander, and hunger had brought her to sheep. 

Should be easy, she thought. Powerful, elegant, dipped in silver ink and muscle rippling under mountain fur. 

Sheep would bend and break under her teeth. 

Cowards.