Little Goat Mountain the red string of fate tugs at my heart

Though the male walked at a steady and somewhat slower pace, he was much larger in size and therefore his strides were longer. To keep up, Leigh trotted along slightly quicker at his side, careful not to interrupt but also making sure not to fall behind. Despite being a decent hunter, the she-wolf would still peak over and observe Don as he tracked down the meal. She assumed that the prey here would be different, and if she were to catch her own food, she'd need to know how to do it properly.

The stranger then suddenly replied, and the female's ears shot forwards to catch the words. He's training? What for? Was there some sort of war she hadn't known about, and just stepped foot in? Great, fantastic, just her luck. There was no hiding the slight irritation on her face as she thought of the possibility.

About to open her maw and ask for more answers, they came to a steady stop and Leigh quickly shut her jaw upon spotting the herd. Glancing over at Donovan and meeting his gaze, she gave him a firm nod of confirmation, but was still a bit puzzled by their prey. What the hell were these things?