Dally! Dally!

the man is curt with them - Spider makes a face at his back - but he’s quick to act, moving to head off the sheep at its scent fills the air. it’s close. Spider stays on the man’s heel as they move over the rocky landscape, narrowed eyes scanning for a hint of woollen pelt - there. it’s chewing grass a few paces away, hooves scraping at the earth and horns lowered to the ground. Spider cuts a glance at their companion, considering. what formation is best? “want me to lead it to you?” they offer, voice a whisper. “i can scare it your way.” he better not make another crack about their size; they can be plenty scary when they want to be.