Herd of bighorns

The herd of american bighorn sheep foraged through the thin layer of snow and ice that was becoming slush. Cleve the leader of the herd now old, and battle-scarred, approached a small cedar tree tearing off small branches and swallowing them. Spring had arrived, and the snow was pretty much gone except for at the peak of the mountains, somehow Cleve had survived the winter, though he knew his time was coming to an end. Vacar, another male stood watch over the herd smelling the air every so often. Bolt, Vacar's son was playing with a rabbit, chasing it off then running away from it. Ruby and Barran were eating some tall grasses close to Vacar.

Bolt chased the rabbit and didn't realize how far away he had gone until he looked around and didn't see anyone else around. Bolt headed into the direction that he thought his herd was at, but just continued to journey farther away from his family. Now Bolt was beginning to panic he bleated three times to his herd, but no one replied.

Back where the herd was at Barran had just noticed her son was missing. Bolt! Bolt! Bolt where are you? Maybe a predator had gotten him? Barran trotted over to where she had last seen him, and followed in the direction he went. Cleve saw Barran leave and walked after her.

Sivinith

The snow leopard had a new family to feed now; three little kittens curled up deep in her den to the south within the White River Range mountains. Although Bharal were her favorite, this bighorn sheep would offer much more meat that was needed to fuel her and provide for the growing kittens.

Slinking low and quietly along what cover she could find, Sivinith caught sound of Bolt's cries. Experience and hunger urged her on, moving a bit swifter but with even more stealth. Thick, furry paws worked well to mask any sounds that her creeping paws might make. Closer and closer she came, her eyes wide and steady as they locked onto Bolt. Then, like a rocket, she launched from the ground and headed straight for the sheep. Powerful hind limbs carried her far and fast, and plunged her through the air as she made her leap for Bolt, trying to tackle him to the ground...

Herd of Bighorns

Bolt saw the cat charge at him, but fear held him into place just long enough for the cat to tackle him to the ground. Bolt kicked and screamed trying to fend off the cat, but it was hopeless. Bolt continued to scream for his father and mother, but they were too far away or that's what he thought.

Cleve and Barran heard his cries and charged into the direction of the cries. Cleve had lived longer than most bighorn sheep did so he was slower than Barran and plus Barran was a mother and her instincts caused her to run alot faster than she normally would. But still it would be a miracle if she reached her son in time.

Sivinith

Sivinith hissed sharply as a hoof caught her in the chest, but it hardly slowed the experienced huntress. She used her sharp, curved claws to dig into what ever flesh of Bolt's that she could. And threw all his struggles, she plunged her short but powerful jaws forward, trying to seize the youngster around the throat. If she succeeded, she'd begin to try and suffocate him. All the while, her tail lashed behind her and her eyes glinted narrowly at her surroundings.