Little Goat Mountain fleischesser

Their tracking journey had livened Emmerich considerably. He trotted quickly alongside his father and Siku, pausing to check at scents he did not recognize. Even the crispness of the air did little to phase him. Sunyellow eyes were fixed on the path ahead.

They stalked a lame elk. The scent was unique to the white-hooded guardian. He was eager to try anything with his father. It usually took little persuasion to get the boy in on any task that needed doing. He had grown into a strong sense of duty to Paleo and his parents. Hunting and patrolling were among his favorite things to do with Mahler.

Emmerich noted the scat and hair left by their prey. When prompted to go ahead, he cast one look to Siku before darting forward.