Frostfire Ridge goat simulator

suliya watches, breath measured, eyes sharp as the blood pools between them. her own sides rise and fall with the remnants of exertion, but there is satisfaction in the kill. in the hunt.

her tongue flicks over her fangs, the scent of blood rich in the cold air. we’ll have enough to last.

she glances at blackfell then, something almost approving in the way she holds his gaze before she leans down to start the work of gutting the carcass. let’s get to it.