Little Goat Mountain He tried to steal tears of all oceans away.

For @Crowfeather or anyone else in the area.

The balding hillside didn't have much in the way of cover, mostly close-cropped weeds, which was probably the reason the resident goats enjoyed it so much. There was a cluster of them nibbling their way across the field when Lutra came upon them; so involved in their gluttony that they paid the wolf little attention at all.
She didn't mind that, really. Lutra was more intrigued by them than hungry. The smallest of the group - the newborns - were already racing circles around the rest, while an old ram scowled each time they skirted too near to his periphery.
It was all rather charming.
Lutra watched until the breezy sky became gray, and the blustering air brought with it a change to the scents. She looked skyward to observe things a moment and when she looked to the goats after, they had already made a hasty retreat.
Alone again. She mused to herself, with a sigh and a glance around at the trembling grass.