Mount Everfall for when she wakes, she will move mountains

she moves with a leonine grace, the silver woman, and it is not difficult to assume that she is a warrior. Still she does not flicker in her steadfast stance, watching carefully the other. An invitation, she realizes, not of the generous sort, but one to strike. And the girl obliges in a single moment, lunging forward, teeth bared as she seeks a hold on the other's throat, the most predictable move that she can make. At the last moment, however, she surges upward and seeks instead a grip on the other's muzzle, eyes gleaming with the joy of a battle. and yet, her attack far from lands; instead the other turns tail and is gone, where or why she does not know, but leaves her watching the retreating form as it disappears among the rock.