Frostfire Ridge goat simulator

suliya nods, a sharp, precise movement. her pale eyes flick toward the heights, scanning the jagged cliffs where their prey might linger. she does not waste words; a goat would do.

the wind whips past them, carrying the crisp scent of frost and stone, but no clear sign of their quarry yet.

it will be a challenge, she muses, her voice even, unbothered. she prefers it that way. the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of a well-earned kill. her gaze returns to blackfell, reading his stance, his anticipation.

let's make it quick.