Kintla Flatlands with my boombox over my shoulder

She neither agreed nor disagreed, or answered the question at all, really, something which irked the girl. She made only a contemplative "hm" before lapsing back into silence, finishing off what was left of her haunch. Standing then, she moved towards the pile she'd claimed, prodding the chunks into a pile she hoped would be relatively stable as she dragged it back the short distance home.  "I need to get back. Good luck." She offered with a dip of her muzzle. The odd woman was going to need it to survive the coming months, surely. Grasping the little pile firmly and beginning the trek home, she glanced once more at the woman - Whisper - before moving on, only to vanish rapidly into the falling snow.