Sunspire Mountains Waiting for a friend

"Rabbit, I guess, is just as good as a snow-shoe hare. A common thing - score again!" Birk yelled again, so that his voice reverberated against the cliff walls and the echoes could be heard far-off. The white wolf looked at the snowy ledges above them thoughtfully, then turned to Gwen and asked: "You don't think that there will be an avalanche, do you?" 

A moment passed, nothing happened and he was ready to go on with the game again. "Elk is good - I agree. But have your pack tried to deal with moose? They are scary as hell in the breeding and birthing season. Wouldn't want to meet one eye-to-eye then," he shuddered, recalling one such encounter that could have ended very, very badly. But didn't.