Haunted Wood Oh we can feast!

Valour launched the assault, charging at one to bring it down deftly, but taking an injury. She saw Santi take the cue and launch himself at one, she didn't take not if it was the same one for she was eyeing up her own target.

The goats came hurtling down the narrow path, fear clouding their eyes white. Their chins were up, as they do for some reason. Fear makes them stupid, for one who was smart would tuck their chin in.
She wouldn't go for a female, they needed to live to produce offspring for the next year so this migration could continue if the goats didn't find a different path.
She watched one, fearful but as yet untouched. The goat Santi was chasing just behind.
 
She launched at the proud male goat. She drove up towards his neck and his legs kicked out at her, bumping her chest. But she was already latched on, dragging him down with a growl, ripping her head side to side to sever that jugular and cause his life to seep from him.
He charged at her in the last bid to free himself, driving down and crushing her under him. The goat fell and she held on tight, no amount of pain would make her release.

She struggled up on top of him, a reaper sucking the life from the living.
And it lay still, the thundering in her ear was no longer the goats, no wild herds roared around her, no crashing falls beside her. She panted hard, still not letting go. It was the only thing keeping her in reality. She'd hit her head hard, the blood trickled from her crown staining her mask.

At long last, she let go to see how her packmates were; she finally remembered they existed.