Little Goat Mountain Finding my Feet

"It..it hurts now, I think, because I have never been in this situation before. It ain't what I'm used to." She sifted back through her memories. "I barely remember my father, except that he was a kind man. And my brother...just that he was deep brown, with evergreen eyes. I often wonder what he might look like now." An ear turned towards him. At least he knew where his mother was. "What were they like? Your mother and siblings?" She pried gently, curious.

Her rumbling tummy hadn't gone unnoticed. Under the golden cream fur of her cheeks, her skin flushed. "Y-yeah. I can't even remember a hunting lesson before." She lowered her nose to the ground, sniffing around the tracks. "I could help. They say...the best way to learn is to try..."