Sheepeater Cliff celestial hearts

kay i'm not good with this gotta practice more

Her cream companion locked her orbs onto a mountain goat, small in stature, furry, below average. Her eyes flickered back to Crëyr again, and with that she gave her a firm nod, whispering her luck. She knew she'd been planning to request to use teamwork to possibly take down a larger meal, but it was confirmed that Falwasi already had a plan herself.

Her cerulean orbs scanned the herd, fully aware what would happen when Falwasi was to pounce onto her target. They would be alerted and would begin to flee, which would probably give her an opportunity to launch herself on one of those small billy goats, though she knew not to aim for so high as a single, small female wolf like herself would probably fail to take down one of those huge beasts. Maybe if there were both of them, they would but now she was in with only herself.

There. She carefully concealed herself in where the rocks started to blend into scrubs, wilting grass and bushes, and began to choose her target as Falwasi made her advances onto hers. Once her eyes locked onto one, young, again smaller than average though plentiful, Falwasi had already begun to alert the herd and there they went. Kicking up clouds of dust, they began to head in the direction Crëyr had anticipated, and she let a small smile grace her features.

It worked perfectly. Exactly like the chase tactic.

Once the goat was close enough, Crëyr pounced, open-mouthed, out of the scrubs and made a pounce for its hind legs to disable him. Her aim wasn't exactly clean, but it was good enough to sink her fangs into a leg and twist, having him stagger back. The agile girl leapt out of the way before it could attempt to kick her with its other leg, which at the end she managed to make two fang-holes in.

Leaving him half-immobilized, though still standing the graphite-silver wolfess decided that she wouldn't need to snap off the other two and instead rushed in for a second attack, as he was already disoriented. Her first injuries on him had remarkably slowed him down, so the only thing she now needed to look out for were its antlers, short though wounding. She wouldn't want those things impaling her, the Bypass was void of its healer.

With another attack with her fangs, Crëyr had the goat wounded with a large, jagged tear on its shoulder. She'd aimed for his throat, but it was good enough. It cried after its herd then, in pain, its front legs jerking, seemingly dancing. Seeing as it was already half gone, the petite girl turned around and flashed Falwasi a quick, reassuring glance, seeing if she had also managed to take hers down.

They were still in fight, but Falwasi was of course, winning.

She looked back just in time to see a set of antlers charging towards her, which meant that the goat still had fight left in him. She leapt sideways, having its point being able to only let a faint brush across her pelt. Not missing a beat, she used a plan to coax the goat into believing that she was at a false location, and it turned out successful. She ended up having its left forelimb in her mouth while ramming into the goat with all her force, and had him successfully falling.

It was as good as dead. It was harsh, but you had to survive yourself.

Smiling once again, she delivered the death blow, tearing away a chunk of its throat. Success.

The grayscale girl turned around to scan the area for Falwasi, her mouth coated in metallic blood. The warm-pelted wolfess had her prey in front of her, fallen, dead, finished and ready. Crëyr then grinned at her friend, her cerulean eyes sparkling, her pelt gleaming silver under the winter sun. "Good catch!"