Morningside Cuesta Is open as an option

'swing around' wasn't really all that clear to him, but he followed anyway, mirroring her moves. he saw the goat raise its head, eyes flashing in alarm. he gave the woman a low chuff, but she was already running, and then he was running, and the goat was off like a shot.

maybe it wasn't the best idea to chase the goat toward rough ground, he realized—rocks were kind of its specialty, after all. but if they could get it into the river. . . it would be cold, but surya was confident in his ability to swim. he could swim better than a damn goat, at least.

he neared the quarry, snapping his teeth at its retreating heels. a hoof barely missed his muzzle and he flinched, but carried on (he had no choice in the matter if he wanted to feed his pack today). the river was near; he could hear it rushing by, and drove the goat in that direction, headlong toward the water.