Talk:Weresheep/@comment-28365753-20160519115754/@comment-27303410-20160621032302

I quickly make a make-shift rope out of some vines and thrown a end down to her, with the storm dying down a little I begin pulling her up, as I do the ledge gives way almost pulling me forward I regain my balance and start pulling again after about five minutes I finish pull her up exhausted.

She looks at me with thankful eyes as she tries to stand she fall and looks at her leg, I check it myself and notice that her leg is broken, I need to get the sheep back inside before the storm picks up again, I motion the weresheep to hop on my back and whistle for my sheep dog to lead them home.

A few months later the weresheep leg has healed, she constantly come over to keep me company, one day she caught me sheering the sheep to sell their wool to the market and she asks me to sheer her, I agree and set her wool aside, as i go to get up to leave she grabs hold of me and kisses meand forces on the ground, after an few hours of rolling the the hay I bridal carry her back to the house.

Married for two years now we're raising a beautiful little girl who takes after her mother.