Silvertip Mountain oh oh feely eyes

under her careful work, the ice begins to loosen. when finally she feels something give, she moves to stand, missing entirely the approach of the other in her focus. grasping a tine, she plants her paws and tugs, sharply, upward. something gives, but in the snow it remains. she regains her grip and much more attempts to wrench it upward. 

this time, it breaks free from the snow, and her tail arches high with gladness. it lowers immediately, however, when her gaze finds finally the stranger. the antler is dropped carefully at her feet, and she shifts to better face the woman. she's silent, watchful, and clem feels a sharp bite of worry. shifting, she offers a careful, "hello?"