Alpaca Punch

Getting them used to the wolves that would ultimately control them would be the hardest part.. though perhaps they hadn't seen enough wolves to be truly afraid of them? Sota wasn't sure. Auster was much less inhabited than the northern continent and it didn't seem a far stretch to think that some of these alpacas had never encountered wolves before. Either way they could likely be easily spooked, it was just a matter of how long that fear lasted, or how strong it ended up being. Sota nodded in agreement at Resin's plan, turning his attention back to the small group of alpaca.

"Yes, my leg's all healed now. I'm not sure it'll be one hundred percent right for awhile, but I get around just fine," he admitted with a grin. He might not be as swift as he once had been but he had no doubt that he could tend to the task at hand. "Let's do it!" He exclaimed quietly before setting off on the side opposite Resin, aiming to make a wide loop around the group of alpaca. He'd never done anything quite like this but he was confident it'd be feasible if he focused. His brow furrowed tightly together as he glanced across the way at Resin, who no doubt had caught up to him quickly. The alpaca between them began to slowly stir as he drew in, quite uneasy at being surrounded though not quite at their breaking point yet.