Ah, well. They won't. Goats, even talking goats, don't like predators.

[She chuckled and looked over at her hand a moment. With some concentration, the hand began to change. Bones shifted, popped, shortened in the hand until it was no longer a hand but in fact a cougar's paw. Bryn held it up to see.]

I'll have better reflexes in my other form as well. Didn't have any issues getting them to go, it was more a matter of getting them to stay together and in front of me instead of veering off.