Silvertip Mountain i was the match and you were the rock

Ciervo never met her eyes, but Saena could feel as easily as see his signal. His tail twitched and Saena felt all her muscles contract. For the space of half a second, neither wolf moved, but both were suspended between tensing and leaping.

Then, like a shot, the male threw himself into the open and Saena followed hot on his heels. The goat was up as well, bleating alarum as it attempted to wheel on the spot. The snow that was kicked up as a result of the two charging canines and the frantic goat temporarily obscured her vision, but Saena surged forward, heedless of it. She could hear Ciervo alongside her. She stretched out her neck, teeth flashing...

...and was reward with a mouthful of goat hindquarter. The female bit down, shook her head, and let go. Since there was only two of them, a single injury would ensure the hunt was a failure. The female's instinct was to dart in and fall back, littering the goat's hide with tears and wounds until it bled out on the mountainside and fell, too weak to continue. She cantered behind it and then, seeing another opening, dove forward again to leave another bleeding hole on the ungulate's flank.