Dally! Dally!

Spider has yet to meet any of the members of the new pack up north, though they’ve caught snatches of scent in the neutral territories between their borders. so they eye this male with interest as they approach, letting their gaze flit from his ears to his his feet and back again. he’s large - intimidating. and he’s also about to serve their purposes rather nicely. “it went this way,” Spider announces, inclining their head in greeting. they’ve been tracking the sheep for most of the morning, catching traces of its presence in the churning of earth and the disturbance of grass. “that’s what you’re looking for, right? big fella, tough horns.” ugh, they don’t think they’ll ever quite be used to the sight - large husks of enamel with wicked points. shudder-inducing. “what say you and i go round it up?” they could discuss division after the fact, provided they’re successful - though Spider isn’t too worried. they cut another glance at their companion, eyeing his large frame. what’s the point of all those muscles if they can’t take down a sheep?

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