User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20180105174812/@comment-28358106-20180110153806

"I see it," she calls as she glides in place against the wind. "It's by itself, standing by that r---"

--SMACK--

A dirt clod the size of a basketball comes hurtling out of nowhere and hits her in the shoulder. She goes tumbling end over end, falling into the bushes as she's shot out of the sky. Marcus can't see her landing, but he can hear her hit the ground heavily and her shouting a string of muted expletives.

He hears a whooping laughter from several voices. Before he can rein Mitternacht, a second clod comes hurtling from a distance away, smacking Mitternacht in the shoulder and causing her to rear back in alarm, whinnying in annoyance.

As he struggles to get her under control, he sees three figures---a trio of Werewolves of questionable appearance. They're about fifty yards away, two of them manning  a huge slingshot strung between two trees, and one now leaping from a nearby bush and grabbing up the ewe.

"Fuck!  He didn't go down!" She shouts.

"We got the little cunt, that's all that counts!  Let's blow this shit!  Meet at the usual spot!" Another says.

The three of them bolt in three completely different directions, one carrying the ewe, the other two breaking into a sprint.