Nocturne Summit None more black

Feel free to control the (weird) goat, heheh.

Roz clarified her task and Wildfire nodded. She understood what to do, now it was just a matter of actually doing it. Taking a steadying breath, she glanced downward and tried to figure out the best route down the mountain. She didn't want to spook the mountain goat too early and she wanted to position herself in such a way to simultaneously increase the chances of success and minimize the chances of tumbling down the mountain to her death.

Smiling grimly, the young she-wolf began her descent, picking her way carefully. She didn't want to turn even a single stone, lest she alert the goat to their presence. The whole thing took a whole lot longer than she might have anticipated, though finally Wildfire leveled the playing field a bit. She was still slightly above the goat and off to the side, yet if she executed her approach just right, she could shepherd it further down the cliff side, toward Roz's (hopefully) ready jaws.

"Here goes nothing," Wildfire muttered under her breath just moments before exploding into view with a loud, nonsensical shout of, "Rah!" The mountain goat jumped as if startled, yet did not budge. In fact, it turned its eyes upon her almost owlishly—Wildfire noticed its square pupils, which she found incredibly creepy—and simultaneously released a long, loud bleat and an even louder fart.