Shinier Than A Silver Dollar In a Goat's Butt

While the scent of the stranger was what first piqued his interest, as he approached he noticed the metallic scent of blood lingering on the goat's path. Was it injured, then? That certainly seemed to be the case. That would work in his favor. Thankfully the female seemed interested in his help, which he thought would be beneficial for the two of them. While a single wolf could easily take down a wolf on flat terrain, hunting in the mountains was a different story entirely. The land was more precarious, and thus two wolves would be a smarter choice, and she agreed. "Sounds fair to me," he agreed. Truthfully he would've agreed to less. Though hungry, he'd mostly wanted to get his blood boiling with a good hunt, hunger being a lower-ranked priority on his list currently. "And that plan sounds good." Thanks to his size, being elusive wasn't his biggest strength, but she was right - his earthy tones would allow him to blend in more easily than her own more vibrant coat. Thankfully, he'd left his red bandana home today too. He didn't waste any more time, veering back the way he'd came, following a lower slope downward. Thanks to the angle of the rocky outcrop they'd been standing on, he had a feeling he could lie here in wait and go unnoticed until the goat was nearly on him. Padding to the perfect spot, eventually he came to a halt and hunkered down, eyes fixed on Halla as he waited for her to start her chase.