The Sunspire Mortal, insufferable.

The White Ghost's muscles rippled as she landed on the mountain floor. Her tail twitched as she approached the fallen, broken bodies of her prey. Though one, was still bleating piteously. Some how, it survived the fall, its spine broken in half. She growled then, not wasting anytime. She was hungry, and this goat's bleats could attract predators. Her fangs tore into the goat's side as it screamed, biting into it and tearing out its vitals.

The goat stopped twitching then and the cougar's white front was stained red. Her blood red eyes wandered across the landscape, searching for any sign of a rival predator. Absentmindedly she bit into its stomach, chewing the flesh looking for something to be there, watching her, waiting. Then, she thought she got a glimpse of dark fur in the rocks. Her eyes flashed towards where she saw the fur. "Who'ssss therrreee....?"