Frostfire Ridge goat simulator

he presses forward, muscles coiling and releasing like taut wires, his paws gripping the frost-slick stone as he scales higher. crimson eyes scan the craggy peaks, sharp and focused. no sign of the goat yet, but he can feel the promise of it. it’s out there, waiting.

split off near the top, he suggests, glancing toward her briefly. can cut off its escape. his gaze lingers for a moment before turning back to the path ahead. loping forwards at a swifter pace now, paws carrying over icy rock and sleet.

there, in the distance. his tail flags to silently make suliya aware as she comes up behind him. when she reaches his shoulder, they both instinctively split.