Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

She began her pathway for the goats, and before her, matters had escalated in hardly a heartbeat. The smaller of the rams was soon tumbling their way, with the second moving away from the whole scene the best it could. The wolf dropping in on them from above had surely startled it into realizing the other hunting wolves as soon as their fight had been forced to end. Amekaze didn't like the footing below, either, even as she began to her upward charge and did what she could to adapt to it. None of it settled very well.

The falling goat's momentum carried it down and she maneuvered out the way with a held breath. Since by the time it moved past her, it was still carrying a good share of speed with it, she didn't risk getting very close. One clip of a stray hoof or limb and her own footing could send her slipping face-first into the same fate. She snapped when it fell past her, missed and closed her teeth around empty air, then worriedly glanced over her pack-mates then back to the second ram as fast as she could. At least this one was practically wrapped up with a bow for them. As soon as it came to a stop, they could kill it -- if the fall down the mountain didn't shatter its every bone first.

But now, options hung. She spied Fox now with the seemingly incapacitated Peregrine. The other ram was getting the hell out of town too, picking a hasty path over the slick rocks that only put more and more frustrating distance between her and it. Behind her, hopefully her wolves made the first noteworthy kill in weeks. But, she saw the second one slip. She saw it as a mixed sign.

Amekaze rumbled. Could they add to their count? Greedily, she wanted to. She continued a path up the slope, although she hungered to go diving her teeth into the smaller of the rams. A glance to Dash then gauged his reaction, because she would need him to help on a chase if there was any hope of the second being theirs as well. But, she stole a moment and visually sought Charon now -- wherever it was he had ended up (hopefully out of range of falling rams). His aggression towards the Redhawk wolves hadn't gone unnoticed and she, enthralled by the rain, the mountain, the chance at blood, perceived them as weakened. Was he on the same page?