It’s frickin cold - open hunt

Jynn pinned her ears tight against her head, shivering as she walked through the drifting snow. A late fall snow storm was roaring through the Wash and she searched eagerly for the dried up river bed that would grant her som shelter. She’d been scouting out the reindeer herds with Birna before she decided to wander off and explore. Jynn silently cursed herself. She’d seen the darkening sky, she heard Birnas warning and yet she failed to heed it. Now what was she going to do?

It was getting harder and harder to see. The wind whipped the fine snow into a veil of white. Surely she’d reach the river bed any moment now. Movement up ahead caught her attention. There was something big up ahead. A bison?