good company

Lumi lead her onwards and Pesto found it easy to follow, her own voice mimicking the other pup's stage-whisper. "Okay, I'm right behind you." Since they were already making the effort to be quiet, Pesto did her best to keep her paws silent as they moved through the woods. Towards the creek Lumi led her, and new scents reached the near-yearling's nose. She crouched along with her new friend, peering over at the goat they stalked. "Ok, lets try not to hurt the back too much then." She warned gently, knowing that if the pelt got too damaged that it'd make a poor blanket. It was odd that the white pup would want the horns, but Pesto shrugged it off.

The plan was solid, and Pesto nodded her response. She looked over to make sure Lumi was ready, and then leaped out towards the Goat's front end. She knew Lumi would take the rear, and the goat would have nowhere to run. Her lips peeled back in a growl and she snapped her jaws forward upon one leg, shaking it and trying to tear the tendons as she'd watched Luta do to the bear to cripple it. Pesto was not much of a hunter, she did not have the instincts for it. However whatever she lacked in the hunting, she made up for in the killing in her mind.