Silvertip Mountain oh oh feely eyes

Kiwi's travels tended to take her everywhere but the far south.  East, west, the wilderness, the valley; she roamed wide from her mountain seeking recruits and information.  Everyone that she met was generally good for one of the other.  Except the useless ones - the mute wolf in the forest came to mind.

Kiwi gave a little huff to herself as she stepped through the pines on her way to the west.  She'd trailed along the coast, curious of her enemies, but they still hadn't returned.  Just as well - even if she wasn't taking the cliffs, she didn't need another pack getting into her business here at all.

Then she spotted the other girl, chewing at the snow.  What was wrong with her?  Kiwi watched with contempt for a moment before she realized that something was trapped beneath.  Well then, this might be interesting.  She sat down to watch, obviously not interested in offering help.