Parrish had been keeping his eye on the sheep herd for some time now, intent on eventually swooping in and taking one for his meal, his mouth practically watered each time he caught the scent of them in the wind. The only difficulty in it, was getting them separated from the shepherd, who watched over them like a hawk, and kept a pistol at his side at all times, should he see any wolves or coyotes or any other predators try to swoop in and steal his precious livestock. He would simply pace and pace around the perimeter of the farm for hours each day, trying to catch a stray, wandering sheep, only to give up in a huff and find something else, something easier like a racoon too fat to climb the tree in time or a baby deer lost from its mother.
Tonight, however, he’d caught that familiar scent of sheep, except further away from the farm meadow where they’d prefer to graze under the watchful eye of their shepherd, and if he listened closely and stopped treading over the crunching of the leaves, he could hear something crying, bleating for help, just a couple hundred feet away. Parrish’s excitement picked up as he walked along, following the source of the sound, hoping to find some easy prey for once, when he’d had to work so incredibly hard to the point of total exhaustion every night lately. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, and to his delight, but also confusion, he stumbled across the fuzzy, flailing backside of a sheep, having gotten himself caught in the thicket of a thorny bush, his fluffy wool caught too deeply among the branches to be able to set himself free. He was reduced to simply loudly crying out for help from the shepherd, who did not seem to be coming, and at this rate, the woods would be totally engulfed in darkness, and while Parrish wanted to simply sink his teeth into this sheep and devour him here and now, he felt somehow compelled to free him first, to understand better why a sheep had managed to find itself out here, wandered so far from its home on the pasture. He reached into the bush, hearing the sheep’s pitiful screams increase and he reached forward with his jaws, locking as delicately as he could around the sheep’s wool, tugging and tugging until little by little, he was able to edge him out, sending the sheep tumbling to the ground, flailing his legs about in abject terror, to be confronted by a wolf, especially one so large and imposing as Parrish.
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