Little Goat Mountain rocky mountain high

Once he was spotted, the male made very little time coming to Stag. Unused to such warmth in a stranger, Stag held back -- but the longer he stayed in Surya's presence, the more at ease his posture became.

His gaze flickered up the slope at the mention of goats. "Umm." His tone was unsure, stippled with a rare brand of bald honesty. "I've never hunted them before." Stag's soft green eyes met Surya's carefully before looking away. "But I would help if you told me what to do."