Little Goat Mountain Still a soldier

Reyson traversed the tiny goat mountain eyes on the prize. There was something to be said for his tenacity. His wound a dull ache as it healed. He tried to ignore the itch that was juat beneath the surface of the scab. It wasn't festering or warm so he fwlt it was mostly healed.

The goats were smaller than most prey, but still hail and hearty. He however had confidence in his ability to waylay one. It'd be nice to have a hunting partner, but not required.