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In the chaos she briefly spotted her hunting partner slipping past the panicked goat. Understanding his purpose, the female fell back and the goat slowed ever so slightly with the reduced pressure from the wolf behind it... until it noticed the other wolf leaping for its throat. Ciervo got a good hold and then fell back once more, but the goat was bleeding profusely now. The hunt was a success; it was only a matter of time before the beast fell.

With one last sharp nip at its hindquarters, Saena slowed to a trot. The goat pulled ahead, but the blood trail would lead them right to it, and it would fall of its own accord. If it was still alive when it did, then the wolves would eat it while it breathed. Her ears turned sideways as she padded after it, and soon a loud thump announced their victory.

With chest and sides heaving as she took ragged breaths, the Blacktail picked up the pace and soon found the downed goat. It was still faintly breathing, but red snow encircled it, and she inhaled hungrily the scent of warm blood. She refrained from falling upon it and hung back, though, giving Ciervo the first chance to feed.