Porcupine Ridge I found myself in the fire burned hills

What the actual fuck, was all that the black and white she-wolf could think. Was he stupid? There's no way he planned on running headfirst into a herd of rams. Yet there he went, and here she was, right alongside him. She let out a strange noise that was one of gentle fear and exasperation, but kept up with the male quite gracefully. He let out a loud bark, and she followed suit, barking loudly, but at least now decided that this was some sort of game. 

The sheep had indeed raised their heads in alarm, and in the next moment she found that one of them (perhaps more, but this one in particular) had bolted directly at her. She let out a loud yelp of anxiety, and ducked to the side, the creature rushing past her. 

Then it clicked- this was most certainly a game. A very dangerous one, but perhaps one with meaning. She glanced at him with a mischievous look, deciding that this was a game she was definitely okay with. Next moment she let out another loud bark, spooking a few more of the wooly beasts into a run.