With the way she's touching him, he isn't expecting the rest of her answer. Sweeney's smile is soft. Not only is she thinking ahead (which is no small feat for someone so impulsive), she's eager to be the wolf. It makes his heart warm, and he cups her face so he can stroke her cheek with his thumb.

"Perfect." His smile slips into a smirk.

"I thought we were doin' buffalo," he teases. "S'ppose I might be convinced ta do reindeer instead." Sweeney rolls his eyes playfully. He's pretty sure there aren't any in Yellowstone, but that doesn't mean there can't be.