Silvertip Mountain When Snows Arrive

June was pleased. So far it seemed like she was winning this game. If the goal was to grab the stone which represented oneself, of course - but she didn't know it was the opposite. Soon others grabs their own stones, making the collection dwindle down bit by bit. She placed the small white pebble in front of herself, between her paws so as not to lose it, and observed for a bit. Her face scrunched in to a frown when she saw which stone Mason had pulled - it didn't resemble him at all. He was going to lose! "Mason - " she started to correct him, urged to fix what she saw as broken, but then appeared to clam up. If this was a game and she was winning, she didn't want to lose by helping someone else - even if it was Mason. Her clipped tone became silence, and the girl settled for watching her own stone, waiting for the next stage.