Frostfire Ridge goat simulator

suliya watches, breath steady despite the rush of the hunt. blackfell’s precision is expected, but still, it’s something to admire. she moves in as the goat’s thrashing weakens, a swift bite to the belly ensuring its struggle ends quicker.

she steps back, surveying their kill. clean, she murmurs, flicking her tail once. a glance to blackfell, then to the carcass. you want first cut?