The Sunspire Catch it, if You Can

Xi'nuata came down on the ram, swopping like a golden eagle, and wrapped her jaws firmly about its nape and crushing it beneath her for a moment of its shocked, crying surprise. The creature struggled, as was expected of its innate sense of survival, but if the horned beast had truly wanted to survive, then it should not have crossed the paths of two very-large wolves, each attune to the range of a mountain in their own way. Despite never having been on The Sunspire, Haunter moved as if he knew every rock and path, swiftly descending upon the two of them like the shadow of aforementioned eagle.

His teeth found juicy purchase at the ram's throat, taking a weakened kick into his chest but holding firmly as the animal's lifeblood began to pour liberally through his teeth and down onto the face of the rock beneath their paws. He placed one heavy paw on the dying creature's face and pulled his head back, wrenching out its jugular and immediately killing all light and fight that it had left.

Haunter's tail was up, ramrod-straight, and waving triumphantly. The long hair along his ruff and spine began to relax as the hunt stilled; and his bleeding mouth and moistened chest was a proud testament to their kill. But he looked to Xi'nuata now, despite his hunger, and inclined his muzzle to her slightly—acquiescing that since she had been hunting it first, she could eat first.