The grass isn't greener

Bronze hadn't expected to run into a mostly-naked yearling girl out here. This wasn't really the place for many wolves, certainly not one who had such a small stature. As soon as she spoke he spun his head around and quietly began to assess her - wondering initially if she'd only slow him down if he accepted her offer. Surely she was cold with that little fur. If he was a different sort of wolf he might ask her if she'd been born that way or something had happened, but he wasn't the prying type, he didn't care enough to be. Shifting his weight so he was on steadier footing, he turned around fully to face her properly. "Nope," he answered simply, giving a slow shake of his head. He wasn't sure if he cared, but he was too distracted by the possibility of food to think on it for much longer. The longer he waited around, the more time the sheep had to get away, too. "This way," he instructed her, grunting as he pulled himself back and loped to higher ground.

Before long it was within hearing distance of them and he slowed, calculating his options. If they were too rash it would definitely escape. "I'll go around, you chase it toward me," he suggested before taking off, carefully moving down the mountainside a bit and aiming to make a wide arc around the sheep, which continued to climb a bit higher. If all went according to plan, Celeste would spook it and send it running down his way.