Hideaway Strath Hideaway from everyone, most of all yourself

The Overseer smiles privately as Whrist takes her own position. The ram definitely seems a little more nervous than before.
Creeping closer, Nyra takes careful consideration in her movements, testing every step before it's really made, thinking of the terrain and the brittleness of reviving flora. 

The strath holds its breath. 

Suddenly, Nyra erupts from the shadows at the hip of their quarry, snarling with arced teeth as she goes for the nearest leg, aiming to cripple it enough that it can't flee far or fast. 

Fangs find purchase in a vital area of the hind leg just as the ram tries to run.
A bellow of pain and fear as it kicks and flails to free itself from Nyra's teeth. An audible cracking noise as the ungulate's thrashing makes him break his own leg. Finally, the ram swings around with bowed head, punting the Queen in the shoulder hard enough to make her let go as she rolls messily across the soil with a pained yip. 

Favoring the broken hind leg, the ram starts to try and bail. With Nyra struggling to get back up, because ow, this was Whrist's opening to strike at their chosen prey on her own.