it's an unseasonably warm day, and the yearling spends most of the morning seeking out the source of the stream that trickles along despite snow-covered banks. she finds it at the rocky foothills that stretch onward and upward, some of the clearest water she's seen falling in a dozen cascades tumbling down the rock. scrabbling towards the nearest of them, she finds the water to be as perfect as it seems, and makes up her mind on the spot to follow them to their zenith. this is followed by the promp realization that mountain climbing is not in her list of skills, nor will it be made any easier by the snow-covered rock. but it doesn't seem all that high, really, and her gaze is already following what looks like it could be a path through the rock. 

Vuk is on the very trail a few moments later, and she makes good headway until suddenly her next step becomes unclear. her left hind is stretched awkwardly underneath her body, the right tucked tight to her stomach on a small ledge. her right forelimb hoovers uncertainly a good distance from her next foot hold, hind limbs unable to giver her quite the push she needs to make it there. she attempts to twist so that her right hind become the loadbearing limb, but the rock falters beneath her and she's made suddenly aware that things are not as sturdy as they seem. she freezes and resumes carefully her previous position, freezing then in that awkward way while her brow furrows in thought.