10-03-2012, 11:53 PM
Null nodded, handing the lamb over to the Boss before darting off to follow the indicated trail. The track of churned ground may as well have been a flashing arrow pointing to the sheep, and it was only the sucking mud underfoot and the pelting rain in her eyes that made the animals difficult to follow. She struggled through regardless, ears straining for any hint of panicked bleating that would sign that the beasts were close by.
Her nose crinkled as she caught a hint of iron-salt blood smell over the rain, and she soon saw the cause of it-- a fallen tree with a sheep crushed beneath it, only its head and forelegs visible. The poor creature had been struck and killed by the tree as the wind tore it down, and there was nothing to do about it now. The trail then turned suddenly from just before it reached the tree, the ground positively mulched by the sheeps desperate attempt to escape the danger that had killed their flock mate. Null almost tripped in the squelching mud and swore colourfully under her breath. She hoped never to be caught in such conditions again. The coffee-and-cream wolf was battered, bruised, muddier than she had ever been in her life, and had managed to sustain an unpleasant cut on her shoulder that she would have to disinfect later or risk it going septic from all the grime that was getting in it.
Eventually, four wet and muddy sheep came into view, cowering together behind a log that provided no real shelter. Null huffed to herself and approached the panicking animals, making soothing noises that they couldn't possibly have heard over the wind. Here they are! She yelled over her shoulder to the Boss, gripping one sheep by the scruff and holding it close when it went to skitter away. Null was just grateful that there were only four of them; a larger number would've been impossible to keep track of out here, without more people to look for them at least.
Her nose crinkled as she caught a hint of iron-salt blood smell over the rain, and she soon saw the cause of it-- a fallen tree with a sheep crushed beneath it, only its head and forelegs visible. The poor creature had been struck and killed by the tree as the wind tore it down, and there was nothing to do about it now. The trail then turned suddenly from just before it reached the tree, the ground positively mulched by the sheeps desperate attempt to escape the danger that had killed their flock mate. Null almost tripped in the squelching mud and swore colourfully under her breath. She hoped never to be caught in such conditions again. The coffee-and-cream wolf was battered, bruised, muddier than she had ever been in her life, and had managed to sustain an unpleasant cut on her shoulder that she would have to disinfect later or risk it going septic from all the grime that was getting in it.
Eventually, four wet and muddy sheep came into view, cowering together behind a log that provided no real shelter. Null huffed to herself and approached the panicking animals, making soothing noises that they couldn't possibly have heard over the wind. Here they are! She yelled over her shoulder to the Boss, gripping one sheep by the scruff and holding it close when it went to skitter away. Null was just grateful that there were only four of them; a larger number would've been impossible to keep track of out here, without more people to look for them at least.