Taunt the Debutante

The other girl dared to tell Xina that a goat would kill her. She growled, and clambered up to the next ledge, scraping her powder white back paws on the wall of the mountain face.

"You wish!" She called out, no goat was gonna kill her! She killed a polar bear already with her mama. "Make you into a blanket." She muttered. The girl did have a pretty purple pelt. Playfulness did not leak into Xina's words, more like indignation and a snarl. She made to grab the next ledge but slipped and fell down the meter and a half distance from the ledge to the gravely ground with a heavy *HOOMPH* pushing all the air out from her lungs. Her legs flailed over her body and she struggled to breathe until she could gasp for a new breath. Coughing she stomped toward the pink and purple girl, passing a couple of tall spindly pine trees. It was all the girl's fault for distracting her. She coughed two more times until she could take an even breath. Her throat was sore and her lungs burned. This kid had a hard time breathing lately. Her paw slipped on a lichen as she approached the purple girl.

Finally, she glared, "I'm Xina." She replied breathlessly.
"Wanna get a goat?" She asked. Maybe the girl had a better idea of how to get them, but she wouldn't admit that. She tried looking around again for a better ascent to where she had last seen the prey. A tall waterfall gushed high overhead and fell further into the sound. Would goats like the waterfall?