my bleating heart

"Oh you bathstard," Tyrian grumbled around the rope clenched between his teeth. At the other end of it bucking wildly and bleating as though it were being murdered was a young goat. The silly thing had been totally fine until they entered the big bad scary forest and now it thought they were going to get murdered by tree goblins or something. He now understood the phrase "as cowardly as a goat" and damn it rang true.

Tyrian growled and gave the rope a hard yank after the goat managed to drag him forward a step. "Lithen," he chastised angrily. "Unt nobody gonna be murdering you here exthept me if you don move." The goat responded by bawling louder and if Tyrian could have thrown his paws up he would have. They would have been fine -  totally fine - if it had just walked with him, but if there were any hungry predators nearby no doubt they were going to sniff around now since it sounded like there was a murder in progress.