Moonspear teeth-grinder

He was a prize himself. Her mouth slathered at the thought, but she was not that close for her to taste him yet. Obstacles remained, of course, and moments ticked by between just the two of them. She found a pathway that let her creep a little closer but it didn't seem to perturb him yet. This, she decided, was good news. Maybe his senses were dulled, somehow. But that still didn't make his hooves and horns any softer.

Feeling very secured on his trail, she realized Charon's company at the sound of his chuff. She looked to him with a quick nod, then peered past him. So far, it seemed he was the only one. She was chomping at the bit to engage the prey already, and a quick flash of her teeth hinted at his as she swallowed her impatience. This would only last so much longer. The presence of even one more was better already and she held out a little while longer, only lurking closer bit by bit.

She heard gravel crumble and the sound of a bad step -- probably a stretch of loose footing, or his own body giving out on him. Before she even finished the thought, she'd sprung at him with a frustrated growl. The falter would cost him and she'd make sure of it, aiming jaws-first at his rump. It may have been a motion that felt a little premature -- just two against one large ungulate was iffy, but she banked on their strengths and his weaknesses.

He'd gathered his haunches beneath him and begun to flee. Because of this, she was not yet close enough to get a hold of him but the chase was on. She tried to fall into position coming at him from a slightly higher vantage point. There were angled pathways ahead, and she'd need to establish any advantages possible sooner rather than later to keep this quick.