shine razor eyes

The stranger was quick to realise what was up. Cutting off its escape with an agility on the mountain the Warlord might be able to emulate, if he was a few years younger and had spent more time traversing rocky territory. As he encountered an especially tricky but of climbing, the Warlord dug his feline-like claws in, letting out a grunt of effort as he pulled himself higher - and then the man's words warned him to look up.

Swearing, the Warlord released his grip, falling back down to the next ledge as he prepared to take on the ram. Injured and afraid, it came barreling towards him. The Warlord stood his ground as the long-horned goat barrelled towards him. Just as it reached the Warlord, he pivoted to the side, avoiding the sharp antlers as the mountain goat lowered them. Instead, the Warlord snagged an elegant, long horn in his mouth, dug his claws hard into the earth, and used its forward momentum to spin the goat around in a quarter arc, before slamming head first into the mountain at the Warlord's back.

It fell in an uncerminoial heap at the Warlords paws, and Sirius placed a paw on its back. Holding it down if it gained enough wherewithal to attempt to get back to its hooves again. “Yours?” The Warlord asked shortly, attempting to bury any hint of winded breath the difficult climb had left him with.

"Sirius"