Shinier Than A Silver Dollar In a Goat's Butt

Over time Corvus had grown much more confident in his hunting skills, but he was pretty unfamiliar with hunting in more treacherous landscapes. Abaven was luckily blessed with fertile, safe hunting grounds... save for the plains, though snakes were a different sort of danger than the one that this place possessed. Slipping and falling from a great height could spell grave injury, or death, if you were really unlucky. Corvus was confident in his abilities though and wasn't overly worried about losing his footing. Hopefully he was able to stop the goat before it started too far down the cliffside though; this spot was infinitely safer, at least from his judgement.

Before long, Halla sprung toward the goat, and instantly it reacted. Climbing up wasn't a safe bet for it, so it headed back down the slope, right toward where Corvus had predicted. The surge of excitement that flooded him made it difficult to stay still, but he managed it until the goat was close enough for him to strike. He'd seen Halla grab hold of one of its hind legs, which caused it to fumble. It lost some momentum, though seemed to pick back up just as it neared him. Springing from his position he aimed to come down hard on the goat, jaws unhinging and aiming for its throat. Though the bite landed, the goat seemed to have more fight in it than he predicted, kicking hard at his chest as it fumbled. The movement made him lose his footing too, though thankfully the ground was even enough that he couldn't slip too far, just a few feet down a ledge as he maintained a hold on the flailing goat. Hopefully Halla could strike now and help him strengthen his bite and allow him to deal a killing blow.