Moonspear Child of Dust

The thought of hunting something that would feed several wolves made Bronco salivate, so he licked his lips in order to keep himself from full-on drooling as the roved along. Goats seemed to be a challenge- and he paused in his tracks as Antares filled him in on the other prey, and then mentioned something about sheep. Having seen only one of the two before, he wasn't exactly sure what the difference was- so he took a moment to unashamedly admit his ignorance with a guilty grin.

"You'll hafta forgive me for soundin' like an idiot," He began, as he started walking again. "But what's the difference, between the mountain goats and bighorn sheep? I seen like...Either it was goats or sheep once before, an' it had horns that curled back and around its ears- the male did- an' I dunno if that was a sheep or a goat. I'm assuming it was a bighorn sheep, considerin' the name." He said. "Tasted good though," He concluded with a wink. He'd hunted it on the low slopes of the mountain ranges across the river from the Copse, but hadn't climbed enough up in those mountains to have ever spotted a mountain goat, with its distinctive shaggy, white pelt, and short, spiked horns.