Sumayl waited, quietly, as she seemed to weigh his offer of teaming up to hunt, and he couldn't help but consider that she would have been a fool to turn down his offer. Especially when he was willing to pull most of the work, if necessary. He expected half of whatever they managed to catch, of course, a fair call in his mind, but still with two of them they could broaden their horizons and go for something much more grand, and appetizing, than a measly rabbit or squirrel both of which only served to be a tease to the Ostrega who had a stomach like a black hole and ate like a growing teenage boy pregnant woman. He may not have been the tallest, or brawniest of wolves but he was still powerful and it took a lot of food to (realistically) fuel him and keep him healthy. He couldn't focus on a rumbling stomach after all.
“I've been tracking a herd of white-tail deer,” He'd been tracking many more herds than that but they were the closest and he already had a target in mind. “They have an elder who has a severe limp and that frequently has to lay and rest. One of the fawns usually stays with her but if we can manage to separate her from her herd I doubt she'd put up much of a fight.” Not with her limp and inability to go very far without having to rest and restore the small measure of energy she had used up. “The young buck that leads them will be too busy rutting with his harem of young females to pay us any attention.” Sumayl snickered slightly at the thought but it would no doubt work to their advantage.