Silvertip Mountain You Follow me i'll do my best

The youth kept in time. Good form he had. There were a few things he could work on with his stance, but this was his first time. So Rodyn wasn't too concerned about it. Most of hunting would come with time.

Rodyn slows his breathing and hones in on the target. A small smile on his maw. This was one of the things he lived for. The hunt. The ability to thrive and take care of those he loved. This was the one of it all.

Rodyn cut the creature off near the rocks, Keeping his body between the goat and the mountain he snapped at the creatures side, pushing him further towards Kivaluk.