You're the GOAT

Alastor dropped the crumpled and broken body of the goat he'd killed and instead watched Manea as she ran down one of the fleeing goats and ended its life just as swiftly, making the dark-furred brute gave a grim laugh. His laugh was cut off suddenly by a force ramming into his side, not hard enough to do any damage but definitely enough to catch his attention. Alastor turned his leering gaze down to the small goat head butting his side, uttering angry bleats as it tried to drive the wolf away. Alastor laughed grabbed the goat's head when it tried to ram him again, slamming its head down into the rocky earth. He pressed down hard on the goat's head, listening to it bleat in panic and try to pull away from the wolf. "Nice try, little one!" Alastor chided, feeling the firmness of the animal's skull start to give, and then with one last extra hard push, he crushed the goat's skull, caving in its brains and turning its face to pulp. Turning his attention back to his wife, Alastor began sauntering casually up to her as she claimed her second kill, the rest of the herd having successfully fled—for now. It was an island, after all. Where were they going to run to?


"Alastor"