Sun Mote Copse Dear Daddy-Long-Legs

Eventually Wraen did close her eyes, but her ears were up and alert, her listening keenly, while her imagination drew the picture Arcturus was painting for her. Mountain goats were easy to picture, because she had once (twice, to be exact) lived in the mountains herself and met the feisty and agile creatures herself. Tried to hunt them and...

"Oh, I know answer to that one," she opened one eye and without lifting her head, looked up at Arcturus. "I and a packmate of mine once hunted them and I got rammed in the ribs. Knocked all air out of my chest and I was not able to move normally for two weeks straight. Very dangerous things," she sighed and shut her eyes. "But, who am I telling this. You probably haven't got hit even once," she laughed to herself.