Dinner Date for Old Farts

At his response she'd smirk, glancing down to fix her gaze on the top of his head as she chuckled, "Aren't you generous, including little ol' me in the selection process." Of course her least favorite part was sitting about, watching the animals and studying them for ages to pick a suitable target out from the lot. It was necessary, though, and she wouldn't mind putting up with the less enjoyable parts if she was going to have a full stomach by the end of it.

After a pause she pulled herself to her paws, shaking out her scraggly pelt. A cursory glance over at the herd that grazed so peacefully yielded no clues, so took some time to really study them, looking for which might be elderly, or any that stood off to themselves due to illness or injury.