Though Ciervo was fervently confident about his abilities -- maybe even to the point where his self-assurance crossed the line into arrogance -- saying that any potential failure would not fall onto him but onto his companion was exceedingly selfish, even for the cavalier coywolf.
Not screwing it was easier said than done.
In fact it was when the animal raised its head from the ground and began sniffing the air that the Ostrega thought it was all over for them. Had he miscalculated the direction of the wind? Or perhaps had he underestimated the goat's sense of smell? With his own lips pressed together tightly as the animal swung its head around, Ciervo pressed himself against the floor, making a futile attempt to shield himself from the goat's eyes in case it turned its head a few degrees more.
Miraculously the rusty male and his copper splotched companion went by unnoticed by the goat's radar. With a deep exhale to match Saena's own Ciervo continued to creep over the snow, his hind legs ready to send him flying into action at the goat's slightest sign of suspicion.
He was able to take a couple of steps more before feeling that his luck had been pushed to the limit. The time had come.
Without a second more to waste Ciervo's tail flicked, announcing to the girl that it was time to move in for the kill; then using his strong hindlegs as a propeller he threw himself forward, his lips curling back as he seeked to make contact with the goat's heels.
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