Mount Everfall do not go gentle into that good night

The invitation was accepted swiftly, and the strong woman closed the small gap between them. Her wedgelike snout investigated the scents the young traveler had collected as Silaluk moved across the length of her body, slow but purposeful. Silaluk's bearing was that of one who was in charge, and though the other was young she heeded their body language. She was no mother, and intolerant of incompetence. Her teachings were savage in their instruction, but they were lessons none could forget. 

A sound in the distance caused Silaluk to become alert again. Small rocks bounced downward, and Silaluk looked upward in time to see a stray billy-goat lose their footing as she had not. It was the last mistake it would ever make; down, down, down it went. Silaluk brushed past the girl, then, the appeal of a free meal one that caused her to alter her path. The sickening crack of bones and terrible thud, thud of its body slamming against the duller parts of Everfall did nothing to her but, perhaps, provoke a feral excitement within her. What a fortunate error, for her. It was still going downward as Silaluk began to move, one ear cupping backward to listen for the stranger behind her.