such a dall sheep

Thankfully, Maelstrom isn't... oblivious. Though he wants to ask why the man isn't speaking, he knows this isn't the time for such things. His gaze follows up the sloping hill toward the flock of sheep that graze. Watching for a few moments, Maelstrom takes notes of the males, females, and younger lambs. There were options, some good and some not. Still young and quite inexperienced, he's not sure how capable the other wolf is as a hunter either. He was still willing to give it a go.

Nodding in agreement, Maelstrom quietly followed after Ysmir. Falling into line directly behind the midnight cloaked male, he tried his best to put his paws in the same place as Ysmir's so that it would only appear as one wolf tracking the sheep. It would also help dampen his steps as the ground was already imprinted from the heavier male's steps. Doing their best to stay under cover and down wind, Maelstrom watches as they draw closer to the flock until they get somewhere where they can hide and ready for their attack.

"How about that lamb or ewe over there on the edge?" Maelstrom speaks quietly, his gaze lingering on an ewe and her lamb that grazed near the outskirts of the flock.

"Maelstrom"