Don't be sheepish

Kotori leads Tove farther to the western side of the mountain range.  The horned wolf was feeling pretty damn happy.  He was cementing in followers for his own pack and once he had a firm claim to land then it would become official.  For the moment he needed to learn his newest members' abilities.  

Kotori didn’t much care for the cold or ice in the mountains but he’d seen the signs of goats and standing on a windy shelf of rock with dry flurries that floated into the air with every gust.  It was spring elsewhere, but the mountain wasn’t giving them peace from the cold.  One place Kotori knew he wouldn’t be setting up pack lands was right here.  

Eventually, he spotted the Dall sheep.  He could only see its rear end with the body hidden as the ledge tilted sharply downward.  Kotori wondered if it was alone or if there were more of them also hidden on the lower end.  “Come on, we can keep going a bit more west then we’ll try to find a good spot to head back up to the path the sheep seem to have taken.”

Kotori glanced behind at Tove.  She hadn’t bothered to chit-chat with the new wolf.  Talking glibly wasn’t something Kotori tended to and he had a feeling Tove wasn’t one for it either.  

"Kotori Fatalis"