Roth padded silently beside Ragnorak. She was a lean, swift Warg- always ready to kill. The Winter had been unbearable. Many of her cubs are died from the bitter cold and from hunger.
The moon was high in the sky. She had not eaten for..so many days. Suddenly, she heard a soft baa.
She quickly nudged Nimue in the side with her nose. Nimue reacted sharply and soon, the two of them were busy sniffing the trail across the ground.
The sheep was standing on a little crest. It had obviously been separated from the rest of its flock. Roth's eyes glowed eerily with hunger as she leapt forward and pounced on the unsuspecting animal. She killed it immediately and set to work on it, savouring the taste of flesh in her mouth. Even after completely devouring it, she was still painfully hungry. She stared accusingly at the moon, reared up, and her how of anguish penentrated through the quiet land.
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