She stalked through the snowy terrain ears perked for any sound that was unusual. What exactly she was hunting for she wasn't sure, she'd forgotten, not that it mattered, she'd forgotten a great many things when she'd woken in that cave. A light layer of snow covered her from head to toe, but it didn't seem to bother her, and she kept on moving.
She wasn't even sure that what she called herself was even her actual name. Oh well, it fit so she kept it. She blinked her eyes, yellow pinpoints lost in a sea of black.
Up ahead she caught a glimpse of movement and she tensed, sniffing the air. The cold covered a lot of smells, and she wasn't sure what it was, but it could be a threat. She pulled the knife from the strap on her leg and crept forward keeping her movements slow and quiet, until she was in range and pounced.
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