It stood between thirty and forty centimetres tall from floor to back. It was propped on four legs, all splayed out and tense, as if it was trying its damnedest to copy Leo’s stance. But for the glitter in its dark, staring eyes, they were all but lost within the black “mask” of its face. Twitching grey ears were perked sharp on top of its head, and its tail sprung out as straight and stiff as the rest of it was. Its nose, belly, and the tuft on top of its head were white, while the rest of the body was grizzled—a salt and pepper mix if one could find such a mix heavily streaked with silver.
Leo c****d his head. He frowned. “What the…” He looked at Gordy, then back at the animal, slowly lowering his hands. “Is that a…is that a goat? Gordy, is that a f*****g goat?”
Gordy stepped around Le
