09-25-2012, 06:05 PM
Null had turned her head to look to the broken fence, her untied mane whipping about and her single side braid lashing her in the face, causing her to splutter for a moment. Shaking it off, she paid close attention to the indicated traces left behind by the sheep; if it weren't for those scraps of wool then the sheep may well have been lost to the storm, so quickly was the rain destroying their scent and tracks. Null nodded once to the Boss, indicating that she understood, before taking into the forest after the blonde and following the trail of wool.
It was slightly easier for the tiny wolf to move in the forest, the terrible wind being somewhat broken up by the trees, but the increased risk of smashed by a broken tree branch did nothing to settle her nerves. She shook herself for what felt like the billionth time, reminding herself that she was no good to anyone-- including herself-- if she was a cowering wreck, whimpering on the floor and losing her cool. Her mother had always said that panic got people killed, and Null was not about to go and get herself killed any time soon. Hopefully. If she managed to be as cool-headed as she always liked to think of herself.
How far could panicked sheep go in a forest? In a storm-struck forest? Would they run until the storm quieted, or would they stop and huddle together, too afraid to move? Null had to wonder how fast a scared sheep could go, too-- how long would they be searching for the stupid panicked animals? Huffing to herself, it was only a minute turn of her head that caused her to spot a scrap of wool that deviated from the larger path left by the lost animals. This wool was lower down, and was easy enough to follow now that she knew to look for it. It didn't go on for long, though she still managed to bruise her shoulder from slipping or being blown into trees while following it. It ended in a tiny, weakly bleating lamb, trapped in tangles of undergrowth and a particularly marshy spot. The poor thing had probably lost its mother in the commotion and had gotten separated while trying to find her in its panic.
She gripped the lamb by the middle and pulled it out of the mud, hefting it into her arms and largely ignoring its bleating save for a brief petting of its head to soothe it. She hurried back to the main trail, quickly following after the Boss.
Got one! She called after the larger canine, hastening to catch up. The Boss had the rope to keep the creatures, after all, and Null could only carry a panicking lamb for so long. She was just glad that it wasn't a grown sheep-- she never would've been able to lift an adult out of the mud. At least, she was fairly sure. She had never even met a sheep before today.
It was slightly easier for the tiny wolf to move in the forest, the terrible wind being somewhat broken up by the trees, but the increased risk of smashed by a broken tree branch did nothing to settle her nerves. She shook herself for what felt like the billionth time, reminding herself that she was no good to anyone-- including herself-- if she was a cowering wreck, whimpering on the floor and losing her cool. Her mother had always said that panic got people killed, and Null was not about to go and get herself killed any time soon. Hopefully. If she managed to be as cool-headed as she always liked to think of herself.
How far could panicked sheep go in a forest? In a storm-struck forest? Would they run until the storm quieted, or would they stop and huddle together, too afraid to move? Null had to wonder how fast a scared sheep could go, too-- how long would they be searching for the stupid panicked animals? Huffing to herself, it was only a minute turn of her head that caused her to spot a scrap of wool that deviated from the larger path left by the lost animals. This wool was lower down, and was easy enough to follow now that she knew to look for it. It didn't go on for long, though she still managed to bruise her shoulder from slipping or being blown into trees while following it. It ended in a tiny, weakly bleating lamb, trapped in tangles of undergrowth and a particularly marshy spot. The poor thing had probably lost its mother in the commotion and had gotten separated while trying to find her in its panic.
She gripped the lamb by the middle and pulled it out of the mud, hefting it into her arms and largely ignoring its bleating save for a brief petting of its head to soothe it. She hurried back to the main trail, quickly following after the Boss.
Got one! She called after the larger canine, hastening to catch up. The Boss had the rope to keep the creatures, after all, and Null could only carry a panicking lamb for so long. She was just glad that it wasn't a grown sheep-- she never would've been able to lift an adult out of the mud. At least, she was fairly sure. She had never even met a sheep before today.