Silvertip Mountain You Follow me i'll do my best

A small smile simmered on Rodyn's face. A look of delight. They were doing what he loved to do and he found a newfound love in teaching.

So with a nod, he bent to the ground, adopting a stance of stealth and slid towards the quarry. There was much to be weighed. They headed towards one that was not quite too old, but no more young enough.

With a small growl he rushed forward, herding the creature away from the rocks. Placing his body between the rocks and the goats. It was a dangerous place to be, but that was okay. Paws skidded along the pebbles beneath him.

He snapped at the creatures withers and hocks, forcing it away.