Sheepeater Cliff You're more than just a notch in my belt

Sunspire had proved to be a beautiful place and there was a decent amount of small prey to sustain the pack of their size, yet the lack of larger game worried her a little. Therefore, when she was not out hunting for her own table or working on caches, she had taken the job to scout the area of their recent home - took the job seriously and did it meticulously.

So far she had walked the length of the Whitefish river, marked in her mental map, where otters and water rats resided, had found some abandoned bird nests in the reeds. This would all become handy during the summer months. She would have continued her journey, had she not run into the most peculiar animal in the world. A grayish brown ungulate with an impressive set of horns. It was trotting accross the Hoshor plains and carried itself with such confidence and ease, that the perplexed predator, who saw this animal for the first time in her life, began to follow it from afar. 

Soon she arrived to a steep mountain terrain, crisscrossed with jagged rocks and cliffs. There the odd creature disappeared from her sight only to reappear several feet above her and looking down at her as a king would at a peasant.