Utlyr was pleased she was a dutiful thing. More faithful than a kitten, sticking to him and remaining cautious. He liked it. It meant his devotion was nearly complete in her. Her tiny frame would probably not give him much in the way of soldiers but perhaps more servants to bolster his flock.
A flock of ducks flew overhead. An ear followed their course but he paid them little attention while his eyes locked on the land bridge. A few mice skittered over the bridge from their own migration. Hardly a snack for either of them. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl perk up, her attention enraptured by the bleating of a small herd of goats making their way across the bridge. She had given little attention to the other prey he had brought her, but this was intriguing...
He brought his full attention back to the glittering land bridge and slunk down to the edge of the bush. Waiting for the creature to step closer.
He let a kid bleat its way as it whisked by him, and then a billy goat followed it. That was when his prize came just within reach. A fat female, heavy with milk and tottering on, tired on her feet from their long journey. Closer... Closer...
The wind changed and suddenly his scent wafted at the goat making her nostrils flare and her bleating loud and alarmed. Cursing, Ultyr bolted out of the bush and launched himself at the ungulate. Her horns thrashed as she turned to run. He cursed again seeing that it wasn't one of the fainting types. She had nowhere to run but back down the bi-frost though.
He was hot on the heels of her hooves. She bolted in a zigzag pattern but he hammered down the narrow land bridge like a freight train. The closer he got the more energy the stupid goat got and would pull ahead of him by a hair. He would snap his teeth in the air behind her.
She zig zaged over a stone and he took that stone as a launch pad. He leaped hard and far to land in front of her with a hard thump on the sand. She skidded and drifted, bleating and crying as she attempted to turn back northward.
He grabbed one of her legs but her other hoof kicked his tender nose and he reflexively let it go. She skittered back over the sand as he sneezed and rubbed his nose.
He followed after her. She was limping and stumbling as she scrambled over the sandbar. He panted as he let her get ahead of him, gathering his strength and stamina for the kill. She was going to be his and he was going to feast on it and feed his little slave.
His strength gathered they were halfway across the the Bifrost again when he picked up the pace again. His paws hit the sand and he launched into a gallop after the bleating mother goat. Her scent filled with fear and milk. He raced after her, and snapped at her heels.
"Delay her!" He called out to his precious little devotee. She had another chance to prove her usefulness. He wanted her to force the goat to slow or turn into his jaws.
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