Sheepeater Cliff peach & lime daquiri

His olive eyes lit up as she seemed to put their little disagreement behind her and took his offer to be his hunting partner. He would've hated to think that his unwillingness to join her list of mates and his different view on having multiple lovers would've damaged the opportunity of a friendship. He chuffed soflty as she admitted she wasn't the best hunter but gave her a reassuring smile as he too wagged his tail.

You'll be fine and have a full belly if everything goes well he barked and pressed the tip of his nose on her shoulder before turning to face the grazing goats. His eyes scanned each of the individuals looking for any physically injured, elderly or particularly distracted.

Finally his eyes fell onto one well built, yet raggedy looking one that grazed at the edge of the group. It had a long and stained coat that revealed it was an older adult; and despite his maturity and to their luck it had one of it's horns broken. Making up his mind, Finn turned to glance at the fiery woman. Whatcha say we go for the dirty blond oldie over there? he asked, her opinion was important not only because she was higher in the pack's hierarchy but because she was after all his partner.