Silvertip Mountain i was the match and you were the rock

Attempting to push the thought of a competitor out of her mind, Saena struck out for the higher reaches of the mountain, and shortly came across a sign of good fortune: pika droppings. They weren't terribly fresh, but they lacked the stale scent of days old passing. Her eyes brightened considerably as she began to pad swiftly along this ledge, determined to chase out the little rodents and catch them before Ciervo had the opportunity to find and challenge her.

Speaking of Ciervo, the Blacktail female paused and glanced down the mountain again, her tail swaying tensely. If he so much as looked up, she would stand out like a sore thumb against the white backdrop thanks to her brilliant copper ears and tail. This was something that Saena hadn't thought about, and so she made no attempt to hide herself as she pressed on feverishly. The longer she could escape his notice, even though she was plainly visible, the better.

She chuffed lightly to herself as she encountered a fresh set of pika tracks. In her haste she cantered a few steps, unwittingly loosing an avalanche of miniscule proportions to tumble down the mountainside and serve as a dead giveaway of her location.