Lone Star Mountain We rise and we fall

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She kept pace easily with her partner as they drove the herd from the stretch of mountain they had encompassed while the pair had studied them from atop their cliff. Eventually, they separated three from the group, chasing them uphill. She and Stigmata continued their pursuit, neither wolf discouraged by the ascending path they had to follow. 

They wore down the group until only one remained, chasing it until it could run no more. Their quarry turned to face them, warning them away with its horns--trying to anyway, but the duo would not be deterred; they proceeded forward, taking the ungulate down with perfect cohesion, the seemingly choreographed hunt not only providing sustenance but also serving to deepen their bond.