Well, I Feel Sheepish

Red tilted his head with open interest at her professed plan for the sheep. "I'd be more than happy to help. Were you planning on sun-drying or smoking the meat? Smoking would keep the flies... and probably these vultures..." he added, snapping at a brave one himself to drive it away as he came closer. "Smoke would likely keep them off the meat long enough to get it preserved." The girl had already dragged the sheep into a shady area, so Red pulled the rolled hide off his back, then shrugged out of the harness holding the packs. He really needed to get actual saddlebags and a harness built to fit him, instead of the makeshift things he'd been using. It would be so much more comfortable. The vultures had retreated to a more comfortable distance with the presence of another wolf, but he had no illusions that the sneaky scavengers would stay gone. Hopefully the girl's cat would keep any of the braver birds at bay until they could get what they could salvage from the battered kill. With one eye on the sky, he set to unrolling the hide to reveal the tools with an amused flourish.