she moved to help him, and when she lifted her mouth from the flesh of the kid, he noted the blood with satiation. eartip flicked at the long bellow of the deprived sheepmother; her horns glinted menacingly in the sunlight, and lasher did not know if she would approach, but did not dare to take such a chance.
moving himself to the lip of the cliff over which they had come, he dragged the kid forward and began a descent. with junior's help to alleviate the weight of the burden, they would be able to move it to the more stable cliffs, from which they could either continue the torturous trek down, or drop the kid and descend after it.
whatever was decided, taltos had enjoyed himself immensely, and managed to give the girl a fond look as he clasped their burden in his jaws.