Little Goat Mountain Father says

Rhonen was not that skilled. So he stood briefly wondering what it was he was supposed to do. Chase it obviously. Bite it too. Rip it's throat out? That thought actually made him a little ill. He had hunted small game, but n othing this large. He stared in awe at teh giant horns on some of the rams heads. And swallowed thickly. 

He blinked in surprise when another settled near him. A dip of his head. A deep breath. Hehehello iii'm rhrhorhonen.