Pouncing Piping Plovers

She couldn't help but cackle at the stunned look the beast gave her as it took a bit to register what just happened. Poor thing wasn't too bright, was it? Glancing at Kanja, Iskra giggled, "I haven't a clue why that would be!" The creature gave an irritable growl, continuing to paw at the ground and snort, debating whether it was worth risking it's hide in a fight against the two of them.

Grinning, Iskra darted forward before the goat-beast could make up it's mind, aiming a bite at it's neck right where it met the animal's left shoulder. She was pleased to taste coppery blood on her tongue as she jumped to the side out of it's reach - barely in time, too! The thing was faster than it had seemed. Now, it was pissed. Iskra scurried backwards as it pawed the ground once more, leaving deep marks in the sand. When it charged at her, she snickered and waited till it was almost upon her before she'd dive to her right at bite at it's hind leg. This was a fun game. Well, for her at least.

"Think we can bite it's tail off?"