Hideaway Strath Hideaway from everyone, most of all yourself

Obviously up to the suggestion, the shadow jumps up despite her wounds and mutters to Nyra about a ram. 
Turning her head to look, she spots it indeed. 
Great horns and a bulky body. 

Her hell-borne eyes watched the ungulate like a hawk on a mouse. 

Slowly, the Queen started moving through the trees, weaving through the slowly resurrecting flora in an attempt to try and get behind the ram, see if they could take it down by surprise...