Bramblepoint know who you are

Tryp took point and Rian followed close behind, keeping his own tabs on the scent trail the younger boy was keen on. He led them up and away from the pack; a smart move, and one Rian was grateful for. It was obvious the other male had some sort of sense, and it was becoming quickly apparent that his talk of skill was more than just boastful. Because, sure enough, when they came to a stop there was the pale swatch of wooly fur that caught his eye. A goat. Young, and lacking the truly impressive rack that came with years of experience.

Rian flicked his ears forward, then back, and swung his muzzle around to face Tryp. "I don't think we're in a position to be too picky..." He remarked in a hushed whisper. "It works for me. Guys?"