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Well, here was a grand surprise! An unfamiliar wolf, dark as the night was long, came meandering into their field of view. Just in time to spook the skittish ibex while it clambered to its hooves, and sending it leaping up the slope back from whence it had came. In fact, it was barreling right towards the charcoal mottled giant as they slid their way along the snowy slope towards the ground. Digging their claws into the rocky terrain beneath the snow, they leaned as far back onto their haunches as possible. The skidding slide turned into a spray of small pebbles and snow as they wheeled around to cut the caprine off before it could scale the slope any higher. A heavy collision of shoulder and haunch knocked the ram back off its hooves, and earned the brute an awkward kick in the ribs that sliced through the fatty portion of their flank rather than breaking their ribs.

In the edges of their vision, the dark shape of their impromptu hunting companion made his way up the slope. His gait was not quite as sure as a member of the clan might have, but it was certainly enough to get him moving up the slope. Pearly whites nicked and tore at the thick hide along the ibex's flank as they hooked a paw around one of its front legs to pull it off its footing again. The pair slid a few feet backwards in the struggle, leaving messy tracks of bloody, churned earth in their wake. With a hard shove of their shoulder against the caprine's haunch yet again, they pushed the ram back off its feet and sent it sliding in a desperate scramble back towards the dark furred male. "Look out below!" they called with a grin, already pivoting to come charging down the mountain after the goat. The two of them would be able to hold it in place long enough to get a fatal blow in, and maybe getting the ibex back on flat ground would be easier. For the kill at least. Hauling the carcass back up the mountain? Not fun.