Porcupine Ridge headfirst for halos

Like the golden woman, Hex, too, froze in place and felt his heart jump at the disturbance within the herd. All was back to normal soon enough, though, and while the goats relaxed, he lifted his muzzle just above the grasses, gilded gaze seeking hers.

He felt some uncertainty, still. He wasn't sure if he was to drive them closer, or if he was to be a bulwark against further retreat, once she made her attack.

For the first time in a while, he felt his age—young, inexperienced. And hungry.