Frostfire Ridge goat simulator

blood-warmed breath curling in the cold air. her eyes flicker to blackfell, sharp and thoughtful.

kaitz, she answers, the word rolling easily from her tongue. strong word. fitting for an animal that climbs the cliffs and fights even in its last breath.

she leans down again, slicing through sinew with precision. your tongue—how do you call it? a glance, expectant, as she waits for him to answer.