The fates were whispering to him again, their voices prying at his attention. Nagging whispers in his mind that he was alone and he could afford to find his favorite plant and escape without being caught, commune with the spirits and perhaps find someone who would allow him to experience pleasures of the flesh. Jimson weed.....the damned thing had been in his every day life for so long before leaving the gypsy band that he was pretty sure his blood was made of the stuff. In fact every time he went long enough without it he became physically ill and slowly more mentally unhinged, he was absolutely certain by this point that it did have something to do with his blood and being reliant on it for some reason. Today was a better day than others, perhaps the notion he'd have it soon had placated his body for the time being. Navigating carefully up the foothills so as not to slip his gold speckled eyes focused straight ahead until there was sudden ruckus and the ram came into view it's hooves sliding on the loose rocks. At first he didn't see the wolf close on it's trails as he set to go for it himself but the flash of red fur moving in quickly had him pause and turn, watching her approach warily and then without a word backtracking and adjusting his path to try and help corral the beast back toward her, swinging his head toward her to give her questioning glances to gauge her reaction to his assistance.

Though at first he was met with opposition the she wolf seemed to accept his presence as he went to assist and continue the hunt. Ears perking he sucked in a breath watching the Ram take off again with what must have been a last burst of survival effort as it leaped upward over the rocks, the red furred woman shooting after it showing no signs of losing strength. Having been wandering at a casual pace until that moment he had plenty of energy himself and though he was not as fast as the huntress was he scaled the rocks fast enough to surge forward once on flat ground. Lengthening his stride out he covered the distance falling in opposite of his nameless hunting companion and giving a fast strike to one of it's legs. Jaws closing around the limb he held fast, yanking back and sending the Ram tumbling to the rocks it's free hooves kicking out. Leaping back he sucked in a sharp breath as one of the beast's hooves glanced off his shoulder, the sharpness of the solid limb slicing open his flesh. 

It was her hunt and he was the assistant. Holding himself back from the desire to also lunge for the kill he watched the bright furred she wolf strike the throat quickly flinching at the death scream that surely echoed for quite some distance. Breathing in the scent of blood his mouth pooled with saliva and he thought of taking on the she wolf to bring food to Melita and Aletheia but once again held back instead backing away though his eyes remained fastened on her "Eat. It was yours. I'll take whatever you leave me" it was fair enough as he'd helped make the blow that had brought the beast down. Lowering his belly to the ground to show he'd be waiting his expression was neutral but the shifting of his ears back against his skull and the lowering of his chin to his forelegs showed deferance to the huntress. This seemed to please the she wolf though she gave suspicious glances with eyes that shot daggers his way, a warning if he dared to try and approach before she was done. After a while she finished and shot him one last glance and he gave her a nod watching her walk off before going to eat his fill, satisfied with having done one productive thing that day and leaving some to drag back to Melita and Aletheia.