Hideaway Strath Hideaway from everyone, most of all yourself

Whrist's gaze slipped behind Nyra and her lips curved into an anticipatory smile, she popped up onto her paws ignoring any and all injury's her body sported. "I see a ram over there" she nearly whispers and tossed her nose toward the edge of the woods that was skirted by the mountainous like walls enclosing the Strath of three sides.

The large horned ram was farther away from the edge of the mountain drinking from the stream that Whrist had been following if they were careful they could keep the goat from getting back to the terrain that would give it the upper ‘hoof?’ 

Her grin turned wicked and she looked up at Nyra, enjoying the sight of the well muscled warrior woman, She’d follow the overseer easily but if she had a chance to lead the hunt she’d snatch the opportunity.