Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

Blondine probably held as much experience as Indra; it seemed that they were dependent on each other, even if neither knew it. As she watched the flame belly down to the snow, she mimicked the motion and slowly crept ahead. There were several of them, each light-bellied and doe-eyed, though there was one in particular that managed to steal away Blondine's want. 

Near the rear of the group stood a tall, leggy creature with fur a few shades darker than the rest. From the looks of it, she was healthy and plump with no injuries or developmental setbacks. If they could catch her, she would make for a decent addition to the caches. 

Looking to Indra, Blondine nodded in the opposite direction of the herd. If Indra snaked around to their front and Blondine to their back, then, in theory, they could corner the dark nymph and take her out.