Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

"That's fine by me," He murmured, sparing her a glance before returning his gaze to their prey. He observed the others that lingered around the downed doe. Most of them seemed younger, possibly yearlings if not a bit younger. But they also appeared healthy, uninjured, and like they'd produce good offspring. "Help me capture one of the healthy ones when we're done with the injured one, and you can take whatever you want from it." He offered. The pack had plenty of resources, whereas a loner didn't. That much he knew, especially considering he had lived alone prior to joining his pack.