Little Goat Mountain darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

a den. he nodded, slipping into a quick trot as his eyes searched the scrub for the barest hint of shelter. in the distance reared the shadows of what he thought were mountains, but the storm ... Casmir looked to Laika as the shadows darkened. he did not believe they would make it to the stone face before the rains fell, but what could be lost by attempting such? "run!" he shouted to his mate, voice all but drowned out by the low growl of thunder.

the Mayfair's stride lengthened and the great muscles of his hindquarters bunched beneath his ebon fur; he was running, running as fast as he ever had, and his tongue lolled from his panting mouth as he searched for the pale form of Laika beneath the darkness of the stormclouds.