Porcupine Ridge outcomer

Summer prowled forward along the cliffs, driving the goat further towards where the other wolf waited. When the white beast broke his cover and caused their prey to stumble, the boy froze, sunlit eyes darting between the two creatures before him to map every move. The stranger snapped at the goat, striking deeper fear into its heart. A snarl continued to rumble from his own chest to further the goat's panic. A panicking animal was a stupid one, and Summer was banking on that stupidity to work in the favor of the hunters.

The Spire wolf bolted forward suddenly just as the other wolf did, swiftly closing the distance between himself and the goat. The animal turned to run itself, but all directions meant death. It seemed to choose the death that would mean that its body wasn't desecrated by the hunters as it sprang towards the edge of the precipice. Summer lunged at the same moment, snapping his jaws upon a flailing hoof. He whipped his head back towards the wall of the mountain at their side, the goat's body flying right along until it smashed against it and fell, bleating frantically back upon the ground. Summer skidded to a stop as it scrambled for footing before he collided with it, not wanting to lose his own balance and plummet down into the lower peaks.

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