Bramblepoint know who you are

[table width=80%][tr][td]Tryp giggled nervously - yeah, deer hadn't been in his mind either. What had been on his mind was a goat. He had seen one from afar, although he didn't remember when exactly in his complicated childhood. Truth was he didn't even know where they were usually found. Still, seeing that they had forests, fields and mountains nearby there was a high chance that they could find it. He just had to luck out this once.

He led them out of the Bramblepoint toward the mountains - staying far from the looming pack scent that came from higher than they were. He let his nose do most of the work, tongue lolling out of his mouth in concentration and nervousness. It was then that it hit him - the strange whiff of what he believed to be a mountain goat. When he luckily spotted the white coat of the grazing, young male he almost bit his lip to keep in a squeal. He turned to the others, knowing they were safe where they were - the wind was playing favourites, choosing the group of young wolves. Those horns mean nothing - if we attack it from behind he'll have no chance to use them... He whispered in his low voice. The goat was clearly young - perhaps inexperienced with how to handle a party of three capable males. You guys want this guy for dinner?[/tr][/td][/table]