Voss - pg. 169

About a hundred of these animals had gathered on the farther bank of a second waterhole, where they were climbing and slithering on the hulks of a fallen trees, stretching their necks to pull at the fronds of their live leaves, scratching at remote pockets of their bodies with the tips of their horns, skull-bashing, or ruminating dreamily. As the horsemen approached, the goat-mind was undecided whether to stay or run. Several did remain, and were staring up, their lips smiling, looking right into the faces of the men, even into their souls beyond, but with expressions of politeness.