Freyja had been scouting the ridge in search of a late lunch when the commotion from Dawn's hunt had distracted the yearling. Seeking the source of the noise that had initially drawn her, Frejya was lead to an overhang that stood a comfortable distance above the scene.
Though she tempted to join in, Freyja restrained herself. She did not know the wolf and did Freyja not want to intervene in a situation that she was most likely not welcomed in.
Captivated, she observed as the younger wolf tore across the rocky terrain and held her breath as she anticipated the eventual death of the mountain goat.
For quite some time, all Freyja did was watch the scene unfurl below. When it seemed as though Dawn's struggles might get the better of her, Freyja decided it was time to intervein.
She leaped from her perch in pursuit of the struggling goat. With her eyes trained on the prize, she worked to navigate the rugged terrain with care. Rocks scattered every which way as Freyja struggled to make it to where Dawn persisted, and as she raced, she hoped that none of the debris had hit the other wolf. When she was within earshot, Freyja barked to let Dawn know of her presence.
Not too long after her call had sounded, she slid into position alongside Dawn and reached forward to grab the leg that the other wolf already had a hold of.