When she called them gross he gave a snort of amusement, a small grin crooking the ends of his mouth upward and he gave an approving nod at the comment. Gross they were indeed. How his father had ever liked them he wasn’t sure.
She went for the bait of his proposition and his tail gave a pleased flick. His stomach was already rumbling at the prospect of a nice big deer or, maybe if they were lucky, an elk. “Well, between you, me, and both our companions we have 4 of us. I’ve scented some herds on the wind nearby and with that number we wouldn’t have to settle with a weak one. We could surely take one down big enough to fill all our bellies,” he said. She seemed smart and he wasn’t usually wrong in his assumptions. Winter made all of them hungry, he knew that for certain, and no sensible wolf would pass up an opportunity like this.