my bleating heart

Tyrian leaned back as far as the taunt rope would allow and closed his eyes in exasperation. The stupid thing was going to get them attacked by something or a group of somethings he couldn't fight off if it kept bawling. It was doing the noise version of covering itself in honey and roaming through bear territory. Half seriously he wondered if it was light enough for him to choke out and drag through the Forest. It seemed like a better idea than dragging it kicking and screaming the whole way.

A waily, girly voice caused his eyes to pop open. He canted his head to the side to eye the little wolf who seemed to want to play superman for his horribly stupid goat. Tyrian's brows shot up at her words. Not going to let him hurt it? "Oh, 'm nod goin' tuh hur it," he said tartly, loathing the way the rope muffled his words. "Jus gon eat et if it doh lithen."

Oh, now the carrot was a novel idea. Tyrian watched enviously as the goat quieted down and snuffed at the air. Its bleats grew softer as it reluctantly traded its fear for desire. Quite quickly it fell silent and stepped towards Aryn with its neck out and its hungry lips quivering. Tyrian, now holding a slack rope, eyed it with open contempt. He quickly dropped the rope and stepped on the end. "Well, that's a bunch of shit."