Determined to do herself a favor and not to furiously obsess over their edges at least for a few hours, she pointed herself up and a vague sort of hunger kept her going higher still. Since she was good at trekking the upper limits, she did often find decent success there. Knowing of a few very frozen, secret stashes up that way if all else failed was her fail-safe, too, so really.. she had no reason not to as she prowled up the elevations in spots she had not visited very much lately thanks to everything going on.

She lowered her nose and soon found her way onto Liffey's trail. This could be good enough distraction for a passing encounter at least, so she went after her to close in as the heights climbed to a ridge. Ame followed anyway.. starting to get curious of what she had come upon up here. With these slopes, it could be any number of things.

When she spied the young ranger, Ame said nothing as she strode up to attempt to join in beside her. In doing so, her nose wiggled and she noticed the object of interest here down below. "Ah, did you see it happen?" she asked eventually when she stepped back to glance over the silvered yearling.

Ame was not privy to the entire depths of what went on between her daughters and the other yearlings. Sometimes, she did find it out, since they extended from her in many ways, but lately.. it wasn't really something the alpha had extended much effort towards when it came to the minor details. She did know tensions were dialing up sometimes. There was something at play and plus, her pups were about ready to ascend to the adult ranks. A shift was coming.

But she operated well above that most times, and licked her lips as she looked down again. Without knowing exactly how it got there, it was still a free meal for those that could get to it. "Hm. Well, there are a few old ones that have been around here a long time.. and a few young stupid ones too. Would not surprise me if it fell, and with all this snow?" she clicked her teeth and shook her head. She couldn't see any wounds, or any overly distinguishing tales on it from here either. Mysterious death had been in the news here lately after all. "Still pretty heavy though," she sighed downward, trying to muster a smirk at the lucky find anyway as she tried to scheme up a way to make getting this work. This far, so good this wintertime in Moonspear as their food situation had been though. "I think.. wide.. there may be a skinny path down.." she gestured off after a pensive look around to figure out exactly which patch of ridge and rock they were dealing with. This time of year it was all bound to be a little slippery and sometimes things even changed without her knowing every single little rock. They would just have to look around some more.

If that was the kind of approach Liffey may want, Amekaze was glad to support the notion so far. There was always the thought to call in more power to help lug it up if they just found a favorable route. She knew they had the manpower if so.

Like some of the old goats and rams she'd seen on the mountain for so long, she'd been very much the same and roving these trails for years now. She knew the inner workings in the most general sense the mountain would let her, and on the tail-end of a good, long summer that had given her plenty of time to prowl endlessly, she had been granted a good understanding here. With a lifelong devotion to having these kinds of places underfoot to keep her every move smooth and confident, she could make herself quite at home over even some of these iffy trails. Maybe one day this overconfidence could cost her, like it may have for the fallen beast below, but until then, she was practically just as much an element of the mountain as its stones and breezes.

"Yeah, how safe may depend a little on luck," she smirked and started to turn on her heel when approval seemed inevitable enough. With so many factors out of their control, it would be up to nature. Next, she nodded knowingly. "It takes time," she assured the silver-furred yearling. "And it can change often up here anyway. Plus, winter is not really the easiest time to get to know the heights either," Ame shook her head. Exposure was all that would help. She had no better suggestion, none she knew to be more effective, than to just experience it all firsthand.

Content with that, and ready to take the lead, she nodded. "Sound enough advice. We can find out," she said before lengthening out her stride more to head for the route she suspected. When she could narrow it down, she began working her way down. It looked slim.. but passable as far as she could see, and as she went, all was well. A little bit sharp with certain edges of stone underfoot, and of course wise to be mindful of anyway, but nothing she couldn't just get over with quickly. So far, so good. She strode eagerly for the kill, nostrils flaring to investigate its nearby--just in case it had been something besides a fall that had felled it.

The mountain path let them down without incident, and she was surefooted and curious of what may await once it began to open up and the worst pass. When footing was solid, she lifted her head and watched the carcass loom closer. Really, a lucky find. They would fatten their caches well with this, and no one had needed to chase or rally the creature even. Easy.

"It would not surprise me if it had been chased off this way or wounded itself before, as well.." she considered as for potential aids in this death before Liffey had come upon it. "I have seen them do some real damage to themselves, mostly among each other.." she added, well aware. "Either way, makes them easier for me to eat," she smirked, having tried to match pace a little better to the sterling yearling on the way. Once closer, she bounded off for the dead beast.

She sniffed around and nothing was suspect. Looking to the fallen ungulate, its horns mostly, then the white fur lining the thighs and rump next, she nodded to confirm. "Mhm, a bighorn ram." she detailed as she admired how big the thing was up close. "A pretty good-sized one too. Their horns are surprisingly heavy.. and turn down more than a mountain goat's do," she added. She'd seen them get bigger in all of her many years, but knew that these were not easy beasts to bring down casually. "Same here. No signs.." Of a scent or a struggle. Just bighorn, that very distinct scent they and mountain goats usually had a variation of. She sniffed at it once more, not noticing anything suggesting illness either. It hadn't starved, or seemingly wasted away somehow.. that she could discern.

"I do not think so either. That path was not so bad, and that is a lot of fresh meat." her tail waved at the prospect. If she'd killed it, she would have kept an eye on it at least. This ram hadn't been dead that long, either. "And so far, no one is complaining about us..." she said, this time looking around once again to a still, quiet swatch of mountainside. Another pause, another slow metronome sway to her tail, and another moment passed; still nothing but the two of them. "It really is a lucky find," she appraised.

"We should call the guys to help carry it down a bit," she snickered to Liffey. Unless they were planning to eat a whole lot of it here, Ame wasn't hauling anything that big anywhere.