Sheepeater Cliff peach & lime daquiri

She nodded, giving him a smile to boot. While she still wasn't entirely convinced (for she held grudges like no other), she knew he was making an effort to mend the bond between them. Finn did seem to change his mood a bit, and Fox nodded when he asked if she wanted to help. “Sure!” she replied, wagging her tail. “I’m not the best hunter out there, but I know enough not to get myself killed.” Whether or not she would get the prey killed or not was about a fifty-fifty chance.

Fox followed Finn's lead, happy to help out where she could. The goats weren't far off, and she didn't think they'd have any trouble getting to them. Then again, this place was called "Sheepeater Cliff," and she wasn't sure if the name came from the wolves eating the sheep... or the cliffs eating them. She had never been terribly sure-footed, but she wasn't exactly a klutz, either.