Sunspire Mountains but in all chaos, there is calculation

the male follows, and then he overtakes. the woman's ears sweep back, for a moment angered. but it passes when he manages to grasp hold of the ram, and suddenly, violently, the balances tip all the way. she leaps nimbly to close the distance, unhindered, manages to avoid the same hooves that cut into the man. 

her goal is the jugular, made finally reachable now by the male. collision, and her fangs find the throat. first, a violent tear of the soft skin and tissue there, and then again another, solid grip, driving down, toward the rock. the sheeps scream is shrill and potent, and her auds fold back as she pressures the front end of the ram ever into the rock, waiting, grimly, for life to fade.