Sunspire Mountains Raise me up

It was obvious he was eager, and while Leatherface waited prepared with baited breathe, it might have been said he was too ready for the goat surging towards him. Like a slingshot let loose, he bolted from the stealth of the slope rocky face and came barreling after his prey. His short burst of speed paid off when he collided headlong into the nanny; silence nature shattered by the savage snarl that ripped through his throat as his fangs sought flesh.

Snapping loosely to gather her throat his teeth clipped at her face and fur, but caught in the frenzy of the attack she was not without her own bleating and bucking. He had killed many a creature but he was without skill in his killing, instinct driving to the throat and his ignorance throwing caution in the wind.

So it was not so surprising when the nanny took her horn and thrashing behind and thrust it against the weight of his bulk. The first few stabs whipped without reward through the air and Leatherface crunched down on the base of the goat's neck. A moment after in a last desperate lunge she struck with her horn again, Leatherface taking the blow against his hip as he felt the blood flow freely from
his flesh as hers did between his fangs.

Limping now from the wound to his leg, he shook the goat, rattling the breath out of them both as his muzzle drew downward in a chewing motion; roughly grasping at her throat. A few more moments of struggle before an inevitable end.