Silvertip Mountain peaceable

Her ears flattened against her skull at the male's rowdy tone. However, she should've had expected that, for he looked a little worn and scarred around the edges. And maybe her insight seemed a little off-hand.

I just always noticed there's a balance of shadows and sun.. for as much light there is in the sky, there's always a place hidden by darkness.
Her nose tilted to the valley shadowed by the mountain.
Like there.

However, Ivev wondered if she was being a little too whacky- sitting out on this ridge alone, staring glassily at inanimate objects while others would be out doing important, political pack things. It had made her a reserved person when others frowned on observations gained only by sitting still for many hours and meditating. It made her self-conscious, and to overcome that was an uphill battle.

Slowly, the arctic bird rose to her paws and lifted her mangled back one, taking his rough voice as a signal to move on. Perhaps he claimed this forest.