Alpine Lake here she comes and then she's gone again

her brow creased as she tried to shift her stretched-out limb; still sore from the encounter with the boy in the craig, it smarted as she held it in such an awkward place. she might be able to push off it, barely, but she was doubtful the momentum would be enough to carry her to the next hold. considerations were starkly abandoned when the voice of a stranger called out from below, craning her neck toward him, her tail gave an odd little twitch. relief? embarrassment? it was hard to tell, exactly. "I'm a little, um, stuck." she called back after a pause, hoping only that the male would turn out friendlier than the boy (she still did not know where she was), andd that he was a better climber than herself (a feat not very difficult at all).