Lone Star Mountain combustion

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Her tail lashed behind her at the others perplexed look. Frustration mounted within her, but Saghani provided an example of her desire by again remaining silent. The she-wolf was nothing but stillness in the next moment, a statuesque statue if ever there was one. And then she turned back to look back over the mountain, hunkering down and loitering at its precarious edge like a gargoyle. On a ledge below the mountain goats practiced and scuffled with one another. The sport was a dangerous one and it would be a foolish thing to get in between them. 

It was at that moment a curious thing indeed happened. The horn of a ram caught and entwined with the open gap of its opponent. The result was the duo interlocking and unable to remove themselves from the other; it was then Saghani sprang forth, at the perfect, opportune moment. She let out the baying howl of the hunter to intentionally cause commotion and panic both. It was effective; the nanny goats sprang in every direction, and the bucks struggled moreso with one another but to no avail. All the while she surged forward, inexpert at this particular mountain (and stumbling once or twice in her descent) but never once losing her footing.

The nanny's made a clean getaway; and, with two of the herds protectors useless, it seemed that she would feast this (now late) evening. Try though the rams may, they were stuck together, and as they fought to escape their own predicament, they fell from the very ledge they had stood upon and tumbled downward. The sickening thud of their bodies did not fall on deaf ears; she heard well their descent from the first, and so she was wise to the fact that their necks had broken the very first moment they hit the ground. It was a merciful death, not that this would make a difference to Saghani who would have eaten them as they breathed so long as they could not lash out with their hooves or horns (which, even when downed, during a bout of adrenaline could still do damage). But in that she had nothing to fear, licking her chops and already searching for a safe passage downward. 

She had forgotten about her companion all the while, so intent on preventing her downfall and succeeding here as she had been.