Swiftcurrent Creek If It helps I've lived a while

"Sure, Kieran." Star replied to his strange accented talk. She lifted her snout, sniffing a little before picking up a very faint scent of sheep on the air. She began to follow it at a steady trot, her nose stuck upward all the while. It led her to the edge of Wapun Meadow. A herd- maybe ten sheep- were either grazing or basking in the sunlight. She was hoping that according to the sheep's size, how many of them there were, how many Creek wolves there were hunting, and the wolf's size, that perhaps they could catch about three. That would be good enough for her- Even one sheep would be good enough. As long as they got something in their stomachs or in the caches for her fellow Creek wolves. She was careful to crouch behind a tall bunch of grass. She wasn't sure what the plan should be- just run up and hunt? She wasn't sure who should start the hunt, so she waited for Kieran to see if he would choose to make the first leap- or just form a plan. It was up to him.