Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

So lets see if I got this right... Goat is rolling towards them->Floki grabs the goats leg as it teeters on the end of a ledge-> It's momentum is too much and Floki falls over the cliff with it->is in the progress of hurtling down the mountain with a goat near-ish?

The scene was rapidly descending into chaos.
Althaia saw the ram heading straight for her, and the wolves around them, and limped hurriedly out of the way. The ram was like a stone, rolling, hooves flairing, and were it not wet and in the midst of a famine it would have been comical. One of it's hooves seemed to slash across her master's face, with a sick feeling of pleasure she noted the blood left beind. For a moment, she was appaled. How could she feel pleasure at the injury of another? She felt oddly guilty, and turned away to watch the goat. 

Her eyes widened when she saw it on the edge of the ledge. She hobbled towards it, loathing to see such a meal fall, but Floki was faster. Mist obscurred her vision for a moment, she blinked hard and squinted against the miserable drizzle. Her heart leapt when Floki lunged for the goat, surely he would get it. She cheered for the male in her mind, wanting just a scrap of that goat for herself-
Floki had the goat.
Floki was moving.
Floki was falling.
Instinct drove her, and she was quick to stumble to the edge of the ledge. Floki looked limp as a rag doll as he tumbled down the slippery rocks, as did the goat, who Althaia was sure had died by now. She watched Floki's body tumble down the cliff, supposibly unconscience, she figured. She pulled her thin frame precariously down the mountainside, though a near fall had her stop. Her injured leg bore the brunt of her weight as she fought to steady herself, and she gasped in pain. She tried to pick her way down in Floki's direction, but the going was slow, painfully so. It was instinct that sent her down the mountainside, after the fallen male, for she could not simply ignore him now.