Blacktail Deer Plateau no, but a tin can

"Sheep," said Grayday, surprised that Sunny hadn't heard of them before. They'd had some at the Cuesta, but then again, Sunny hadn't stayed there for very long.

Sunny's wool was quickly deposited with the rest, since Grayday was more interested in thinking about Sunny's suggestion than starting a game of keep-away. Although Grayday hadn't been planning on eating these sheep today, he couldn't find a reason why they shouldn't.

"Okay," Grayday agreed, giving an amiable bob of his head. "Watch out for the hooves, though, okay?"

He didn't wait for a response but set off in a wide arc around the pair, assuming that Sunny was old enough now that such warnings were unnecessary. The sheep bleated uncertainly, but allowed themselves to be penned in between the two wolves.