Redsand Canyon Blood Water

Zahir was running the beast down. It fled to the oasis as she intended, and she was going to corner it. In the water, it would have nowhere else to go, as it's back was to a sheer cliff that it surely could not climb. Zahir lunged for it's throat and felt the hot, sticky blood begin to stain her pelt crimson. The goat would fall into the oasis, bloodying the water, and Zahir would loose a low howl to celebrate her success. Her skills as a hunter were becoming refined.