Bitterroot Valley a tornado trapped in the skin of a girl

She was met by the same fiery ginger, coat blazing in the snowy white, standing out as much as her dark pelt does. Trekking across the lands required Jim to speed up his pace just to keep up, though his constant training and strong (but small) build allowed him to be both light on his feet and a fast runner, if anything. Jim ambled along next to the girl, shooting her a look that almost taunts, urging her to go faster. He can keep up just as well.

He's older than her, for his sake! "So, miss, you up for a chat?"