Porcupine Ridge i'm here to pick up a fossil.

Her peaceful watch was interrupted by a hunting woman. She could see her not too far off, staring at goats hungrily. Curious, the red mercenary dropped down a few ledges, careful and graceful on her feet. She slinks in the shadows, remaining hidden, and watches the reddish-brown woman as she moves. Suddenly, she leaps. Maybe at the goat— but it's so ungraceful it's hard to tell. She watches her land on her shoulders, a sickening pop sounding. Natasha takes a deep breath and stares at the woman for a moment before shaking her head.

She moves closer to the lady, eventually making her way to the top of the ledge that the other had so gracefully thrown herself from. She stares at her from up top, ears cupping forward. "I recommend landing on your feet," she says, then begins to descend via a much safer route. She reaches the bottom and stands in the shade of a large boulder, her tail swishing behind her, waiting silently.