Lone Star Mountain combustion

Lemongrass heard the thudding of horns, until they stopped and all there was was the frustrated greetings of the two Ipanema. She followed her companion down the ridge and winced as she watched the demise of their dinner. Carefully, she picked her way down the ledge to the carcases, sniffing at the soft underbelly of one of the rams curiously. She wondered if it would be alright to eat. She'd never had something this large before today. She decided to wait for the other, looking over her shoulder at the darker wrong and whining happily, wagging her tail.

She realized that she hasn't done anything worth noting on this "hunt," but she hoped she'd earned a few mouthfuls of food before the other would drive her away. After all, who could eat all of this themselves? She looked up when she heard the cawing of crowd overhead, ready to steal their meal. She snarled and quickly dispatched one as it headed down, causing the others to leave.