Sawtooth Spire illumination

he was afraid that realization came too late.
but he would try.
wolfshelm lifts his head quick, nostrils flaring wide. a furious snort, ears twisting as he crests tall ridge and begins sight-seeing. seeing below the crouching form of a mountain lion reaping.
thundering hooves take him flying forward, hooves slamming into rock as he barrels uphill, weaving through low growth and slick moss.
a red, lean body flying for the bachelor’s wither. teeth seeking throat. he throws his shoulder forward, aiming to clip her mid-lunge.