Dierdre reared up slightly and lunged at the wolf, attempting to stomp on it's tail. After trampling it, he ran off to get the herd and to move on, the calf already dead.
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After the herd had recovered from the loss of the calf, they ran about 4 miles away, hoping the wolf wasn't following. They stopped at a berry patch. The berries were blueberries. The herd sniffed them, and Diedre took the first few bites. After nodding to the herd it was safe, the herd gathered around the small patch and eagerly tried to gorge themselves.