It’s frickin cold - open hunt

Jynn squinted through the snow, her nostrils flaring as she tried to decipher the scent of the creature ahead. Her ears twitched underneath the fur cap she had tied across her head in an effort to stay warm. It dulled her hearing a bit, for the cap forced her ears to pin to her head but maybe with a few modifications she could make something less cumbersome.

The scent didn't seem to be that of a bison and as the figure drew closer she realized it was a wolf, a very large and colorful wolf that made Jynn think of the aurora. She grinned awkwardly and chuckled at the other woman. "I could say the same! I thought you might've been a young bison. I got myself turned around but I'm sure the riverbed is somewhere nearby."