Frostfire Ridge goat simulator

blackfell prowls forward. each pawstep is silent over the jagged rock, crimson eyes narrowing as they scan the heights. the air is sharp with the scent of frost and stone—and goat. close now.

his ear flicks at the faint scrape of a hoof on rock. prey is nearby, unaware.

he shifts his weight, nodding once toward suliya without looking at her. a signal. they'll corner it—strike before it can flee. suddenly, when the clouds shift and shroud them in momentarily darkness, he plunges over the ridge he hid behind.

tail flagging through the air as he assails the fleeing goat.