Porcupine Ridge outcomer

It was wise for the younger wolf to take higher ground. If the mountain goat attempted to flee, the odds were high that it would attempt to leap further down. Kierkegaard’s strides would be able to close the distance between himself and the prey animal in a matter of moments. If it ventured upwards in hopes that it could escape, the dark-pelted wolf would be there waiting. Prowling forward swiftly, Kierkegaard’s shoulders rolled like a massive predator. His vibrant gaze darted towards the swarthy stranger. They were both positioned well; it only came down to who would make the first move. Blinking twice, the ashen brute bobbed his head to his hunting companion in hopes that he would make the attack. Kierkegaard prepared himself to fall in quickly. His brows were furrowed and his lip was reeled over his long canines.