Silvertip Mountain i was the match and you were the rock

The pika trail proved long and tough to follow, for there the little mammal must have ducked beneath a shelf of rock far too small for Saena to fit in. Snorting exasperatedly, the female backpedaled a few steps and searched for another way to reach it, and then chanced another glance down at the male wolf lurking below.

Only he wasn't lurking any longer, but charging effortlessly up the mountainside directly toward her.

Oh fuck off, Saena thought as she loped a few feet ahead and whirled just in time for Ciervo to reach the place she'd been moments earlier. The way he looked at her was disconcerting and earned him a suspicious glare from the yearling, whose success at hunting had become dubious the moment he spotted her. Yet he didn't push past her to track the pika and catch it before her like she'd suspected, so they seemed to be at an impasse of sorts.

Saena should have spotted the joke, but she was too defensive over her potential prey to think about it enough to recognize it. Perhaps if her visit to the Heartwood hadn't ended in her fleeing from a stronger predator, she would've been less on edge. She'd promised Blue Willow she would take care of her, though, and the only way to do that was to actually bring something home. "You can help me catch something and take half and leave half for me to bring to my pack," she offered loudly, her eyes still narrowed suspiciously, "or we can test your theory."