Redsand Canyon Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie

Alaric waited patiently, barely breathing. Finally the kid said follow me. All he could think was god it's about time. What was he thinking about? Because he didn't understand. But he followed along.

The heavy wetness of mist clung to his pelt. Pushing the fur of his black coat down and hard against his athletic limbs. Making it heavy. This would make it a little more difficult, but it could be done. Once they reached wherever the boy wanted to go. Alaric followed suit, nose to the ground. 

I've never hunted goat before, what do they smell like?