Hushed Willows In her defense, I'm a handful.

"Ah, I will do!" She said, happily. She was glad she wasn't the only one here with a passion for hunting. Though she didn't think she would be. "Yeah, the ice seemed strong enough at the time. And, to be honest, I think I already look like a popsicle!" She chuckled, glancing down at her long white coat, that was topped with snow.