Spitz entered the area, hackles raised. He hopped from icy rock to icy rock, in hot pursuit of a bighorn sheep. Then, he paused and saw the prey below him, meeting its wide, frightened gaze. The bighorn sheep was pretty intimidating itself, with huge horns that curled on top of its head, but Spitz wasn't easily shaken. The white brute silently stalked foward, then leaped from his perch on the mountain, landing squarely on the hoofed mammal's back. The bighorn wailed in surprise and its legs buckled. It quickly recovered and kicked him right in the muzzle. Spitz released a strangled yelp and lunged at the prey again. Blood spurted as the arctic wolf bit down on its jugular. The brute stepped back in satisfaction. The bighorn sheep had put up quite a fight. Spitz's gums pulled back in a twisted smile before he began to pull the carcass to the Main Cave. It was slow progress since he was the only wolf moving the prey.
-MC-