Talk:Weresheep/@comment-28365753-20160519115754/@comment-25808351-20160621023857

Moving like the wind, I bolt to the Weresheep as fast as I can. Reaching out mere inches from her hands, my fingers barely make contact with her before the ledge gives way. The Weresheep plummets for but a moment before I dive to the ground and manage to grab hold of her wrist. I let out a powerful shout as I hoist her up with all my strength. With the Weresheep back on solid ground, I cradle her in my arms and carry her back to the rest of the flock.