Bitterroot Valley she had been forced into prudence in her youth,

She kept pace alongside the fleeing beast, nearly forgetting her next task in the hunt when they reached Mahler and he lunged — seeming to wrap himself around the doe’s throat with lethal grace in spite of his advancing age. Imaq slowed for only a second, watching in awe as the pair tumbled to the earth, before racing forward to help her ally. 

When the two had stopped rolling, Imaq pounced — jumping up onto the deer’s spine to sink her fangs into the back of its nape. She clung there, opposite of the Graf, digging in deep with hopes of severing the fallen grazer’s spinal cord or at the very least, bleeding it out and speeding along its asphyxiation.