Sunspire Mountains so deep down in your ground

the moved in silent tandem along the rock until they were within a few tail-lengths of the goat, which lay twisted on the rock. morbidly, cinematically, a slow pool of crimson spread along the rock. she found a place near the rear of the creature, tear flesh and skin quickly as the creature's chest fluttered shallowly; it lived still, but lingered so near the brink of oblivion that it took little notice of the woman. she gestured neatly for the ivory man to join her, gaze lingering on him as she tore through sinew and tissue. 

she knew better than to let down her guard merely because the hunt had found completion, there was every chance that the male wouldn't be happy with half and seek to drive her off the moment she dropped her attention. besides, some other part of her dearly wished to see the pretty white pelt marred with red.