It was a bright, beautiful day for the sheep.

It was time to graze in the pastures, many playing with eachother in the fields, some just laying in the sun, everything was peaceful. Sven diligently watched over the flock, ensuring nobody was straying off to far towards the fence, that's where the danger lied, a dark forest contrasting the brilliant green of the farm grass, full of dangerous predators that would be more than happy to fet their filthy paws on one or two of the livestock if they could.

As Sven tried to focus on the task at hand, suddenly, arguing could be heard, and between the harsh words was the clashing of horns, as two of the rams were facing off, stupidly arguing over who tripped who during a race.

"That's enough!" Sven called out, rushing down to stop the two rams from harming eachother, it was that moment that the monster stuck

Peter was with a separate, small chunk of the total flock, all talking amongst themselves about things going on, when suddenly an unfamiliar face began to laugh with them.

A tall, muscular sheep, clad in black fur, under his shocking lack of wool and an unnaturally long snout looked down at the group, an unsettling hunger deep within his nervous eyes, his breath was heavy as he was dripping with cold sweat.

"H-Hello, fellow sheep! I-It sure is hot out here, isn't it? M-Maybe we should go over into those bushes and play? It'll be much cooler back there!"

Wolf spoke with an anxious, shaky voice as he pointed behind himself to a patch of bushes just past the fence. The other sheep step back, uncertain of this unfamiliar face