Porcupine Ridge outcomer

It seemed that it would be up to Summer to make the first move. That was just fine with him. Likely it was the safer route as well, since Summer could take the time to make the drop carefully instead of his move being dictated to him by whatever erratic action the goat took.

The nervous creature was only a couple of yards away from where Summer waited by then. The boy knew that the white wolf was in position, and as the goat pressed itself against the face of the mountain to take a breath, Summer knew it was time. He leaped down from his perch to land squarely upon the rocks in the goat's path, his bright yellow eyes glowing with ferocity. On silent paws, he darted towards his quarry as it scrambled to turn and run for it--unwittingly headed straight into the other wolf's path.

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