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Yipping with excitement as Pesto tore at the animal's front, Lumi closed the distance between herself and its back hooves. She was right - it was hampered a little bit. Maybe an old injury? Oh well. If she took a closer look once they downed it, she could learn something from it. Muscles kind of worked the same even if you ate grass, right? Lumi snapped at the goat's rear legs and it bleated in frustration. Pesto seemed to have a good hold of it. All they needed was a good opening to make the kill. She lowered herself closer to the ground, pulling her best snarl. The goat tried to lunge away from Lumi but its front leg was already caught. It tried to evade, but slipped on some wet leaves and tumbled to its side. Lumi's eyes brightened as she saw the opening. The pup, already small and compact, slunk lower to the ground and leaped between its flailing legs to tear into the goat's stomach. Warm blood filled her mouth and spilled on to the forest floor. If Pesto could just make the killing blow, they'd have their quarry.