Silvertip Mountain Fun is good!

woops, sorry about that!

The last thing she had remembered before Adeline scampered off was that she had been chosen for... something. Honestly, she had no idea if they were playing tag or hide-and-seek; perhaps it was some sort of combination of the two. Anita could hear Shalon counting down again, and the familiar, childish rush of excitement caused her to run out of there as fast as she could. The girl traipsed throughout the area, looking left and right for a good place to hide. It was at this point she cursed her blazing red pelt, wishing it was autumn rather than summer.

She spotted a log, the panic of the moment letting the strong scent of Adeline pass her by completely. She stuck her head in to see the small pup snuggled up inside, obviously intent on making this her hiding spot. 

15. Shalon's voice rang out and Anita stifled a curse, about to run off somewhere else. After a few tugs, she realized her head was stuck in the log, this time not being able to stifle the foul language that streamed from her mouth in a low but distinguishable tone. "Oh shit, oh, shit, sorry ," she muttered, attempting to pull her head from the log. How did she think she'd be able to fit in the first place?

Now she was not only going to be caught, but she may even blow Adeline's cover too.