I got a wildcard up my sleeve

Jynn laid in wait, carefully watching the markhor and occasionally glancing over at Birna to see how the cat was doing with her task. Soon the raven called out and the quiet mountain side exploded into action. The markhor scattered, one of the males carreening down next to her and causing her heart to leap into her chest. Sheesh! This was not what she was cut out for. She fixed her attention on Birna, seeing the cat had picked a target and when Birna grabbed hold of the doe Jynn leapt out of her hiding place and sprang up, hoping to be able to help. The markhor slipped from Birna and crashed into Jynn. They tumbled in a tangle, Jynn managing to find the markhors throat but ending up beneath it.