we'd feed well the land, and worry the sheep

[size=medium]Prey in snout he growled in satisfaction, snapping his powerful jaws once. His prize disappeared between his fangs, the evidence of his roguish crime gone from the world. When the smaller canine bolted, he watched in amazement before giving a laugh and following suit, albeit at a less break-neck speed. His paws left deep imprints as he slowed to a trot, eyes scouting around watchfully, almost as if expecting that his careless sport carried dire consequences in it's wake. Though when no threat was to be seen or felt, he allowed himself to breathe easy.
A fit of sneezes claimed his attention and he chuckled darkly at the scene before him.
He had yet to understand how this playful almost puppy-like female was the same as the cunning and aloof alpha that had held his life in her paws when he had offered his service.
He sat down on hind quarters and watched, ears tilted forward benevolently. Questions burned in his mind but he wasn't sure if he dared ask them and thereby ruin the carefree mood. And yet, the timing was ideal, though he remained uncertain. He understood his place in the pack and knew, that he ranked too low to bother Caiaphas with his worries. But seeing as he could not question his direct superior due to a lack of a common vernacular, he finally broke the silence.
"If I may be so bold to ask you a question, your highness?" he began, the playfulness in his tone replaced by tentative inquisition. [/size]