Silvertip Mountain i was the match and you were the rock

Saena's pursuit of prey drew her into the Great Bear Wilderness once more, but this time, she gave the Heartwood a wide berth. She wasn't keen on encountering the mountain lion that lurked in there and testing her luck yet again. She would rather travel a little farther and catch something in a safer location than deal with the possibility of a puma shredding her to pieces.

She didn't travel far from the Plateau, but rather, crossed the valley to an adjacent mountain. Before she was born, a pack had lived on this peak, and another pack before that one. Now, though, its smell was as neutral and fresh as the rest of the valley, its snow as undisturbed, and it was as though no wolf had ever set foot on its jagged face. Silvertip Mountain rose ominously into the sky, sharper and steeper than its neighbours in the Sunspire range, but Saena was a wolf of the mountains herself, in a sense, and was undaunted.

She began to scale it with her ears pricked and her nose to the cold, snowy floor. She expected the type of prey she might find in the cliffs above the plateau here: pika, mountain goats, bighorn sheep, and a number of birds that weren't commonly seen lower down. She wished to find several of the pika to bring back home; rodents were easy for a juvenile to manage, far easier than any of the other nearly impossible prey.

So she climbed, only stopping when movement a little further down caught her eye: another approaching wolf. Stiffening, Saena observed him for a moment from above, then began to walk a little faster, intent on finding prey before he did, dispatching it, and taking it home before he could try to take it from her.