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Rocks skittered beneath her paws as she leapt onto a lower trail, and yet still the mountain goat managed to evade her. A brief rush towards the thing proved ineffective, and she swore under her breath, eyeing the thing venomously. The hint of blood in the air was not her prey's, rather, a poorly judged leap had torn her paw pad, adding injury to insult.

With another curse, she surged forward, chasing her quarry further down the ridge.

@Freyja