Redsand Canyon Blood Water

Zahir was, as always, relentless in her chase. She had enough speed and stamina to keep up with just about anything she could hunt, and this goat, while larger than her typical prey, she did not think was going to be a problem.

It had a weak ankle, she had noticed it in one of its first attempts to flee up the canyon. That, and it was an older male, likely past his breeding age, and with a broken horn. Zahir had chosen her prey well, and it would feed at least some of Mereo.

Zahir got a hold of the injured ankle, and she bit down with all her might. There was a loud snapping sound, then a strange grinding as she more or less shattered the beast's ankle. It bellowed in pain, but she just laughed and pressed on, hounding it towards a nearby oasis. Caught up in her hunt, she had no idea she even had company.