I am not afraid to keep on living

This place was... not ideal. Especially for a titan of his size with slick hooves that, while not encased in shoes, still troubled for purchase. Horses were not meant for such terrains. Not like the herd of mountain goats that he spied lingering along the topline of the fjord's ridge. Their beady, aggressive stares did nothing to bother him, but their intent was there. This was their territory, their fjord, and they would not allow anyone to overstep. Thankfully for Xurek, he was also considered a prey animal. His teeth, aside from his curving tusks, were meant for plants, not rending animal meat so for now, he was safe. They would keep their place upon the higher reaches of the fjord while he trailed along the small river at the bottom.

Listening to the clatter of his hooves against flat stones and the stirring of water as pebbles slid past the surface, he figured he was having a fine time of exploring this wretched place. There wasn't much foliage aside from moss and some deciduous trees which annoyed him to an extent. How was he to snack on moss? Did the goats truly enjoy such a meal? Speaking of such creatures...

Xurek's attention is suddenly drawn to a concerning noise. Pausing his trek along the slippery stone, he turns his chin upward toward the commotion. Not far off, practically dangling from a cliff, a splotchy colored wolf hangs in the balance of life and death. A single brow of his raises as he watches the three mountain goats hone in on the predator. Instinctually, Xurek wants nothing to do with this mess. The wolf would either run off and escape or meet an untimely death. He felt no particularly good feelings toward wolves. Not after a pack had decimated his herd and ruthlessly killed his sister, but something about the aggression in the goats perturbed him. This fjord was no more theirs than it was anyone else's.

A resolving snort escapes him as he takes a few steps forward, ears pinning back to his skull before he's changing direction. Making a beeline up the slope, his hooves have trouble finding purchase. Rocks slip from beneath his massive weight, forcing him to slide backward once or twice. With the help of the sturdy moss patches and spindly trees to grab ahold of, Xurek is able to make it up to the honestly unfair fight between the territorial goats and the youthful wolf. Tucking his chin and peeling his lips back in a sneer, he stares the goats down, charging forward and stomping his hooves in their direction.

If they were smart, they would see they had no change against him. One tusk to their neck and they would be tossed from the cliff to meet their deaths. The goats see this, notice the imposing figure now standing between them and the wolf. Yet, they stand their ground. The largest one with the curling horns charges forward, intent on bashing into his knees or chest. Irritated now that the goat as such audacity, Xurek bends his head down and meets the goat with a tusk, goring it in the eye and pushing it back toward its buddies. The screaming sounds of pain from the goat wrench through the air causing the other goats to reel backward.

"Do you wish for a meal, wolf? Now is your time," command Xurek, one ear flicked back toward the splotchy wolf.

Xurek Namorn