Blood drew Halla into the mountains. She'd caught the scent as she worked her way north and recognized it as belonging to a mountain goat. That was a prey animal she didn't get to taste very often. The trick would be in catching it but if it was injured she just might have a chance, though she'd have to move quickly. The smell of blood was likely to lure other predators to the injured animal. She slinked along the rocky terrain, climbing higher and higher as she searched until she spied red staining the thigh of a male mountain goat not to far off. He was climbing slowly up a steeper embankment. She settled in, keen blue eyes watching the goat move about as she worked out a strategy. With a little luck she would eat well tonight.
