Little Goat Mountain Still a soldier

She hadn't bothered to learn many of their names. For some reason it just didn't feel important.

You expect a sell like that to inspire much confidence, let alone enough to put my life in your paws? No thanks. Fennec replied, slightly sardonic. The prospect of falling was not was she enjoyed, and goats were dangerous prey even without unknown drops nearby. Last time she'd been shoved off a ledge she'd spent a week stranded on the bottom of a ravine, then more than a month with a punctured lung. Hell no on risking a repeat.

Don't let me get in your way. If he wanted to keep on keeping on, she could wait quietly. She wouldn't risk screwing up his little setup until after he'd already passed or failed.