Little Goat Mountain fleischesser

It felt good to run. 

Emmerich heard his father’s warning and his ear swiveled back to acknowledge the possibility of that threat. They would need some sense of care. There was no need to risk the injury. No matter how he wanted to rush forward, his mind was on his father and Siku. 

The young guardian slowed. His nose searched for further sign of their target. The cold was eased by the pace he had set. Drawing his snout back, he looked to see if the other two were far behind.