Sunspire Mountains so deep down in your ground

she pulled tightly to the edge of the rock, snapping down at the goat, which had it shift slightly away but make no effort to move off it's ledge. it was injured - too much to allow it to cut across the steep cliff (and to safety) with ease, but not enough to have it simply die and become an easy meal. she unfurled in the manner of a wind stiffened banner to pace again, gaze catching on a snow dusted boulder. voice from above had her head snap up, gaze finding the delicate paws first, the pretty face a moment later. 

tension rippling like summer's heat, she was silent a moment before nodding curtly. "help me move this." a moment later, "I'll share.". with that she gestured to a boulder near the drop-off, just sizable enough to make moving it alone not worth the effort. but with another - 

and there were always more rocks to pelt down on the creature.