he crouched in the path presently; a young goat was well within sight, its hindquarters turned toward them. the angle of the wind was not enough to bring the scents of himself and junior to its nostrils, he supposed, though a more wary adult with sharper eyes might have spotted them immediately.
still, taltos felt the rush and the risk was worth the experience, and presently he lunged up the tilted side of the mountain and snapped for the kid. his first blow did not land, but a deft sweep of forepaw against hindleg caused the animal to stumble. the young goat was small, but its size belied latent strength; it bleated loudly as lasher caught fast his teeth in its rump, and he struggled to maintain his hold, expecting junior to aid him in the next few moments.