Sheepeater Cliff celestial hearts

[size=x-small]I'm going to make my catch fairly under the average size for a normal mountain goat. Don't think a wolf would be able to kill one themselves, and if they did I don't know how they would drag it back to their pack xD[/size]

Both girls started making their way further down the wall. There were plenty of ledges, most of them very narrow, but they were close together so no extreme risk needed to be taken. They went at an even pace, balancing before each leap, and moved stealthily from ledge to ledge. It had been raining earlier, so the goats were gathered closer to the bottom of the cascade, though few anomalies stuck out a quarter way up.

Crëyr arrived at the bottom while Falwasi lingered quietly on a wider ledge at some point above the base of the mountain. She looked down below at the mousy wolf, attempting to make eye contact with her. She was in luck; Crëyr's eyes had been searching for hers, too, and so they locked, the contrast of the colors evident in their gaze.

Falwasi moved her eyes from the other female to a mountain goat no further than ten feet below her position, very near to the base of the mountain. She repeated this action back and forth a few times, to make sure Crëyr knew what she was doing. Falwasi would pounce onto the average but young, furry white creature. Should the goat alarm the pack, then they would hopefully take off up or away from the mountainous wall, giving Crëyr an opening to make a dive for one of the billies. Falwasi knew she couldn't take on the mountain goat on her own — they were rather large and bulky — but the ledge would aid her in the kill, using tactics instead of brute force.

She sat back in her stance, eyes animated with the exhilaration of her next movements. Then, she swiftly pounced downwards with an open mouth, dropping onto the buck's rounded back. It jerked its head up, allowing Falwasi a small attempt at grabbing its throat. So she did, but the crazed beast lifted its hind legs many times. She clung onto the creature, who bucked and let out a low bleat as she ripped some flesh below its throat. Falwasi was not far from the bottom; if she jumped, she would make it easily. If she fell, she wouldn't hurt herself should she land on her feet or rump.

So the doe dove off the goat, landing safely in the bristly yellow grass of winter. The goat jumped down a few ledges, unaware of Falwasi's location as it tried to rejoin its herd. Once it reached the floor, Falwasi lunged forward, clamping down on its thick, bony forelimbs. It tried to ram into her with its blunt horns, but the agile wolf moved out of the way just in time to lunge at its throat once more. This time, she was successful, and the taste of metallic blood filled her mouth. With a few more moans, the buck bled, staggering to get away, but it was too late. He was as good as dead. With a muffled rumble, he dropped to the floor.

Falwasi stood next to her and searched the area, looking for Crëyr to see if she had had as messy a success, or, a failure.