Little Goat Mountain Devils and Dust

Artok shifted away from the wind. Making a large sweeping arc away from where the goats were grazing. He almost stumbled upon a she wolf in waiting, though he kept his maw quiet and made nary a sound.

What do you say, girl? Team up and split the spoils?

He looked down at teh goats. If she wasn't amenable to the idea, well he'd try on his own or move onto something less that he could get on his own.