
"Little troublesome one, if you've eaten someone's belongings your next life will be as a pair of boots... ah! Got you!" Several minutes of careful stalking are rewarded as Saksaha's hand closes on the end of a rope tether trailing from the collar of a small white goat. Busily chomping on some dandelions growing near the base of somebody's yurt, it either didn't notice her muttering to herself as she sneaked up on it, or--perhaps more likely--didn't care.
Saksaha loops the rope around her arm and somewhat belatedly looks around, hoping her performance wasn't too conspicuous.