"Guess that was the right answer," Sharpe mumbled in relief, "I thought he was going to kill me."
But his mind still went back to his former clan. Could he really leave them to die? Right now he saw no other
choice.
The clan's border was soon trounced on by a pack of wolves. Each looked more bloodthirsty than the next. The
only weapons they had was armor and teeth. No matter what the sheep came up with they were still just grass
munchers. Not predators used to hunting other creatures without conscience or mercy. The wolves planned to
use that to their advantage.
But when they came upon the sheep clan a surprise befell them. Instead of sheep all hiding in their huts. A
horde stood ready for battle with more weapons than they had expected to face. At the front stood the Elder
Ram in a golden armor with a shield and his huge horns shined to sparkle in the moonlight.
"So sheep now favor themselves warriors?" a random wolf mocked.
"Step forward young one and find out," Elder Ram countered.
The wolf roared and ran forward. But the ram stood still and just as it seemed that the wolf would make a kill
the older ram bucked him so hard that the wolf flew off for miles.
"You have got to be joking!" Remus exploded, "leader Highland we must retaliate."
"Hold strong," the lead wolf ordered, "we have not lost yet."
Meanwhile most of the sheep were cheering and jeering at their enemies. It was a beautiful sight to see the
wolves embarrassed so harshly by one of their oldest. But then they heard a thud and saw their elder had fallen
from exhaustion.
Worse there were loud growls of anger and the wolves ran down in full force. It was clear they were out to kill
their leader and one of their strongest paths of attack. A wall of sheep was made to protect him as others ran
forward to face the wolf menace.
Bark ran forward with his cutlass. The shotgun was better used at longer ranges. He stabbed a wolf through the
eye and kept going.
The dark sky hid what the moonlight unveiled. A bloody battle ensued as wolf and sheep fought to the death
without hesitation.
Any sheep that missed or took pause was quickly struck down. The very weakness to killing a living creature for
most was their immediate downfall.
As night gave way to morning light the battle was nearing it's end. Elder Ram had recovered enough to re-enter
the frey but losses were still great. Wolves had no mercy for the injured and soon all abled sheep could do was
watch the more injured of their kind be slain.