Silvertip Mountain On your blown-out stereo, in suburbia.

Anita gave Valette a friendly nudge back, listening to what she had to say. She suggesting tracking, something Anita found herself interested in as soon as it was further explained. She wasn't too far along in her hunting trade, and thinking about specialties had oddly never occured to her -- at least not too much. 

"That sounds like a good idea. Spoiled meat is useless meat, so we may as well go check while we're ahead," she agreed. She figured the glacier was a good starting point, seeing that the meat was less likely to spoil while being preserved in the cold. Anita turned to Valette and spoke. "I'm ready to head out when you are."