Little Goat Mountain baby, if you like it

It seemed she was looking for more from him than a meal, and he licked his lips eagerly. The thought of having a goal enticed him, and having someone else lead the way was much preferred. Finally, he thought- someone who gave him a chance, who trusted him with something, and who would include him in their plans. Previously declared nothing but a mindless killer, he found himself edging closer to a new identity; a pledge. 

He thought on his scuffles with other wolves, and knew he wasn't necessarily a brilliant warrior- however, he had the will. "Need more work," He said, though it was less of an admission of fault, and more an indication of hos hungry he was to better hone his skills. He exhaled sharply, snaking his head over the shoulder of goat closest to him, a low growl thrumming in his throat as his indigo eyes grew vacant for a moment. 

He'd do whatever it took. Wolves could be sheep, too; maybe they'd be just as gratifying to fell.