Tattered flags unfurled

While the twins continued their role of separating the rest of the herd that still lingered in close proximity, her brother delivered a shove to the goat's hind which assigned his hefty size to helpful use. It was Frost who put their tiring run to an end as their prey finally fell to the ground after having its neck in the secure hold of her jaws. With a bite like that, the animal was sure to lose its life and even if it did miraculously survive, it was in no condition to rise up once more. She released her grip of the goat's limb and took one sidestep to allow the goat to fully collapse to the ground. Once all the movement had ceased, she poked her snout into the creature's exposed shoulder just to see if she would get any reaction. There was nothing other than the stench of blood that filled her nose.

"I think it's dead." she concluded bluntly after pulling her snout away from their prey. Her narrowed eyes examined its stained chest carefully to see if it was still breathing. To be honest, she couldn't tell whether it was taking small, shallow and unnoticeable breaths or had truly fallen victim to the killing bite.

"Speech"