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Thunderous footfalls announced the incoming pursuit far before anyone would have caught sight of the mottled brute chasing down the nimble caprine. Its cloven hooves caught the craggy terrain easily, but the mountain dwelling titan was just as sure footed in the descent down the slopes. Each twist and turn was met with a heavy thud as the massive wolf leapt after their prey, sending showers of early winter powder and loose pebbles raining down the mountainside. Ibex were notoriously tricky prey, even the big cats didn't spend much time chasing them. Yet, the wolf had endurance and sturdy constitution on their side, and weren't about to let the massive ram escape. Those long, curved horns made excellent knife handles and drinking vessels when broken up. The meat would preserve well to feed the clan through the winter, and the hide had more uses than could be named.

Almost offhandedly, the giant found themself noting that they were running out of mountain. The floor of the valley, padded with an every growing layer of snow, was rearing up faster and faster. With a frustrated snarl, they stepped up their pace as much as they could, just hoping to be able to reach out and trip the ibex. If it tumbled the rest of the way down the slope, maybe it would be winded enough to give them the upper hand to strike a fatal blow.

Thick haunches bunched on the edge of a narrow fissure that snaked between two young mountains, and the giant sailed over it after their prey. Massive paws skidded and slipped until their claws found purchase on the stone beneath the snow, and the chase resumed. Finally, the monochrome wolf could practically taste the shuddering muscles that lay beneath the dun fur of the ibex. Snapping teeth grazed through flesh and sprayed hot blood across the snow, and the caprine stumbled. That was all they needed. Latching fangs into the muscles of the thigh, a quick shake of the head sent the ibex tumbling down the mountainside. They were sturdy creatures, no doubt it would still be able to regain its footing at the bottom.

Spinning on their heels, the brute slipped and slid their way down the foot of the mountain after their quarry.

ooc. up to you if the chase continues at the bottom or if you want the finishing blow <3