The grass isn't greener

She was definitely... strange-looking, to say the least, at least to him. And while Bronze was definitely the judgmental type, he wouldn't express his uncertainty out loud, especially not to someone he barely knew. Whatever. She could try to join along. If she proved useless it was no real loss to him, he'd just move along and find a new target if the sheep proved too tricky to take down on his own. He gave a nod of acknowledgment as she agreed without words to join him, setting off on his own path as they neared the sheep and put their plan into action. It was always rough hunting on rocky terrain like this, so a partner would prove useful, as long as she could hold up her end of the hunt.

Scrambling over rocks - it was generally easier to climb down a mountain than up it - he maintained his balance, even when a few steep sections threatened to give out beneath his paws. He paused after a short trip, ears swiveling as he honed in on the sounds around him, largely distorted thanks to the breeze whistling across the rocky slopes. But then he heard it, a cascade of hooves over rock that made it obvious that Celeste had driven the sheep down toward him. He gave it little time to react as it stumbled down, and he used the fact that stopping momentum from continuing downhill to his advantage, climbing higher toward it and charging once it was closer. He was all weight and snapping jaws as he lunged, aiming to pin it down - hoping desperately he'd found a clear section that wouldn't crumble beneath his weight, and hoping Celeste followed to help him take it down as it flailed beneath him.