Silvertip Mountain No one's gonna save me

The moments ticked by, and all she had earned in her search was the smell of the stale, damp air of the cave in front of her nose. Then a sound she had been waiting for. A singular, sharp bark that cut through her ears, summoning her to her nameless hunting partner.

In a flash of greys and whites, the usually serene tundrian whirled round, retracing her path. In the blink of an eye she was there, next to him. Wordlessly, she kept pace, ears set back with a fierce glint in her eye, while together, they worked to run down the prey.