Lone Star Mountain combustion

Saghani felt only a mild disappointment that the other had decided to follow her even still. It was not as though (if she succeeded) she would be able to finish the animal herself. And if she had her way there would truly be very little effort involved in this hunt, where she would have plenty of expendable energy at the finish. It simply required her to reach greater heights in this barren land, and to do so carefully. Saghani could see many a dead end, but was able to figure out the land with little difficulty. Not one mountain was ever the same as the next, each their own fingerprint in the world. But some had routes that were similar, and if you were born on this sort of landmass you kept with you a skill you would never lose completely. 

She ranged upward and did not look back once. She detected the others following only by scent and sound. As Saghani neared the next, and last, upper reach that she would climb to, her muscles coiled as she sprang upward and outward. Saghani landed, but not neatly, the snow causing her to lose traction she might normally have. Fortunately she was able to gather her bearings and once this was done, her ears perked and she froze. It sounded as though a shotgun had gone off, the way the rams slammed their horns against one another. She heard the bleats of the beasts now, too. Saghani was downwind but certainly in their sights if they looked hard enough and so she crouched, shifting her weight and licking her chops. She begged silence of the other in her mind, now. At last Saghani looked over her shoulder, eyes darkening with her unspoken command.