Dragoncrest Cliffs This room'll stay just as it is now, for quite some time

Snow made sneaking considerably more difficult. Every time she set a paw down, she had to lean her weight into it with extreme care, so as to not create an audible crunch. She could still hear it, faint though it was- and thought that it might take her all day if she continued with this technique. She could always try and sneak up in the lee of a tree or another bush, but she'd have to make it to one of those first- and still, it took ages. Step by step, she made her way closer. Whenever the grouse ruffled their wings or fell silent, she'd freeze, moving only again when she saw them go back to what she figured was normal behavior. 

What she did not expect was for the grouse to begin making their way out of the thicket toward a nearby tree, a tall, straight tree with coniferous nettles- and began to pick at and eat the pine needles on the ground. She never would have imagined that birds ate pine needles- she would've thought they ate seeds or bugs, so this was a welcome discovery. If they ate the needles that fell from tall, lodgepole pine trees, then it might make them easier to find. 

The only issue was that she was now in plain sight, though the birds hadn't taken notice of her as she'd remained as still as possible. They were more focused on the food they were eating. Now, with nothing to obscure their vision, she'd have to figure out what her next move was.