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The huntress slowed to a standstill, the goat before her hoping upwards. She gritted her teeth, this was the opposite of what she wanted. She threw herself against the ridge, gaining ground at a great rate, soon coming level with the goat. She climbed higher still, before whirling and taking off again, trying to move the goat down the slope again. It worked; the thing took off with Dawn closely in pursuit. This time, however, she waited before springing down nimbly after it, gain ground quickly as gravity pulled her downward. A desperate reach; and her fangs snagged in its back leg. 

The creature panicked then, pulling her down the mountain as stones scraped her pelt and she backpedalled desperately, refusing to relinquish her hold and doing all she could to slow the desperate beast.