She was to be mindful of her steps, careful of the weight of her presses to ensure no step too hard would enlighten the prey to her stalking it. As she knew as well as she her hunting methods, silence was key when it came to the springy bounds of the rams. They had an advantage that a wolf did not; smaller feet to allow them ease to scale the mountain walls. Not to mention a balance that still boggled the mind of the mountaineer. Recalling this, she adjusting her steps to be slow… careful… light as the fallen sno-
Then a flash of pale white leapt down from a ledge overhead. Bone horns flailing as its head reared back in defiance of its graceless tumble. The ram had slipped, but it was not completely ‘falling’ more so scrambling on the mountain; an advantage if ever there was one.
Xi’nuata had but a moment to react now to two things at once. The soft calling of the presence nearest to her and the youth making its haphazard way down the mountain. “Left!” she barked, less as an order and more a greeting as she immediately sprang along the right of the ram hoping to catch it from the right as it skid the rock to a low platform below. |