It is not something of that great difficulty. Pitting the black sheep against one another is much harder than anything the wolf could ever muster.

[ Izaya grins, his hand waving some so as to dismiss the praise. He laughs and rests his thumb on his nose for a moment, sneering sarcastically, still ignoring his pain. ]

Do you mean to say I do not come off as charismatic? I am heartbroken. Well, now, I will just have to chalk it up to my injury. I do hope it will not get in my way of becoming a charmer around here.

[ He lowers his voice, offering up a question. ]

But then, Shepherd, what of you? What of your flock? Hypothetically, it's always best to brand ones livestock while they can, right? Though, sharing a trail with the neighbors will eliminate a lot of problems on route from farm to slaughter. Hmm.