You're Ridiculous

"Oh, I can promise you I won't be messing with any, no worries about that," she giggled, shaking her head a bit at the thought. Once she'd scooted her way to ground with better traction she stood up, shook out her rosey fur, and trotted off through the deep banks of snow, taking big bouncing strides to get her paws up and make movement a bit easier.

Ears perked forward, and looks left, then right, sniffed the air, and pressed on. Her tail swung to and fro', body showing alertness as she focused on finding the trail of any potential meals in the area. Any time she stopped it was only to pick a new direction, or reassess what what scents were strongest. There was no uncertainty, only determination, total confidence. Picking her way down a small hill, the woman froze, swishing her tail to invite Ruthgar closer so she could converse with him without raising her voice above a whisper, body crouched low against the ivory powder covering the ground, "Ya wanna come with, or watch me be the sneakiest star wolf you ever did see?" Iskra couldn't help but grin a bit, her attention flicking back to the turkey that strutted around down below, still failing to notice the predators lurking nearby. It looked pretty juicy, she could almost taste it...