She knew she was cutting it close to the pack that lingered perhaps only a mile or two away from her current position. They would certainly be able to detect her if the left their homey borders. Birtie was being of no threat, though. She was merely curious and poking about. It wasn't like she had any odds in her favor. Even with her size she could not take on more than one wolf.
There might have been paths underneath all of the snow but for now, she had to make her own paths. Her steps were carefully placed in order to avoid stepping where she shouldn't. The last thing she wanted was an injury. She'd likely never make it down this damn mountain alive if she wound up tripping and falling everywhere.
A heavy huff escaped her as her shoulder slouched forward. Perhaps it was time to descend or even turn around and head north towards the peaks of the mountain.