Frostfire Ridge Alone on that Mountain

Scaling a mountain had seemed like a completely sane idea in the morning, but by the time midday rolled around, Celephais was cursing mountains, hiking, her trembling legs, and everything else she laid her eyes on. She had lived in hilly woodlands all her life and boasted that she was one of the fastest climbers she knew, but nothing could have prepared her for tackling a mountain. It had looked easy enough, but she'd soon learned just how taxing it was.

"Gotta go back," Celephais panted as she sat heavily on a flatter section of the slope. Her legs cramped under her and she ground her teeth together as she cast her gaze upward, certain that by now the summit was only a few feet away. When she saw that it still towered way above her head, well out of reach, she groaned and turned tail. She wanted to be able to see the whole world but the pain in her legs and her inability to catch her breath was just not worth it, and this was on the easy side.

On her way back down she spied a silvery blur leaping from stone to stone on a ledge far to the left. She paused, barely holding her footing on the sharp incline, then turned sidelong and began to awkwardly crab-walk over until she reached the flat part of the ledge. Having mistaken the blur for a rabbit from the distance and the way it jumped, she slung her body low into a prowl and rapidly closed the distance, only to come up short when the rabbit proved to actually be... a coyote?

"How'd you do that?" the bitch wondered aloud before she could stop herself.