run for the hills

He wasn't alone for long, but it wasn't as bothersome as he usually found it when his peace was interrupted. Crimson tinted optics slid across the snow until they landed on a brilliant blue wolf, marked in celestial whorls that he hadn't seen in quite some time. Interesting. As the male approached, the cosmic behemoth eyed him warily. Sure, he wasn't the first wolf to ever resemble him in this regard, but what were the odds, really? The rolling gait of the other male was casual, carefree to an extent. He was self assured, and that stood for something, certainly. A man who knew his own abilities was nothing to sneeze at, though that kind of confidence could be easily misplaced. Regardless, the cerulean male spoke up as he closed the distance. His eyes were a strange colour that might have been blue, or might have reflected the shimmering blue of the rest of him. Those eyes were flitting between the retreating herd and himself. "Those yours?"

A moment of consideration ended with a small shake of his head. "No, though I might make a meal of one of them later." he replied, still uncertain if he was really in the mood to put in the effort of negotiating an ewe from the herd. His gaze drifted back to the wary sheep, scuttling towards a bend in the valley between the hills, trying to get out of sight. Better yet, taking the ram might be a better bet instead. Those horns could come in handy for crafting materials if he could barter with the right wolf. The skin might be nice too, in this weather. Every moment he spent considering his options, the more he wondered if he should have told the other male to step off. "Why? You that hungry?" his lazy drawl came with a return of his gaze to the strange male, a hint of a smile toying at his maw.