Silvertip Mountain and where it is for one, mightn't be where it is for another

Her ears perked as she placed a paw on the creature to keep it on its back and listened as he explained the easiest way to kill it. She thought for a moment as it squirmed under her paw, and then lifted it as her muzzle lowered and her jaws opened. When she attempted to close them, it was on the quills of the hedgehog.

Instantly, she reared her head back at the first feeling of sharpness in her mouth, and looked down to see the tiny thing had curled itself into a ball. Her ears flattened on her head as her accusing eyes looked up at Grayday. You didn't tell me it does that! she said, her gaze looking pointedly at what she should have been eating right now.