Blacktail Deer Plateau no, but a tin can

Sheep did not enjoy being chased, even when Grayday had no plans to kill or even maim them. For the past two hours, he'd been dogging a mother-child pair, intent on obtaining more chunks of fluffy, white wool. It was not, perhaps, the most ethical use of his time, but it was fun, and the sheep would live with minimal scarring - physically, at least.

"Well, you should've stayed in the mountains if you didn't want your fur harvested," the male insisted after nearly not dodging a vicious kick to the head. Later on, he'd mull over the intricate thought processes that led him to believe this statement. For now, he merely fell back a few yards and began trying to pen the pair in once more.