Silvertip Mountain out here, even crows commit suicide

Sollie hears the wolf before she sees it, eyes widening and dropping the bits in her mouth.  She’d eaten as much as she could in the short amount of time, but it barely looked like a dent, but there isn’t time to think about anything else as she tries to turn and dash away.  The night only cloaks her for so long as the other is quickly upon her, jumping at her form as she turns tail and takes off.  

She’s knocked to the ground but her form is small enough to weasel out from beneath the other’s legs and try to take off again.  The snow slows her down but she gets back to her feet to jump through the hurdles.  Sollie skis to a stop, flinging snow around her as another wolf shows up from the other side with fleshing teeth.  The fox’s eyes pop out of her head as she angles in another direction in an attempt to get away.