Horizon Ridge Somebody call the dweeb police!

The pair had wormed their way through the marsh (which had been a cold and miserable venture, although it left Jubilee possum-free) and then found a way to cross a massive ravine by hugging some mountain ridges; once the two of them got to the fields beyond that it was as if a great weight had been lifted from Jubilee's shoulders. She was still hungry (and could only guess at how hungry @Revolver was by this point) but their chances of finding something would only increase from here.

She slowed the pace and fell behind her companion a few times, but always caught up after a few minutes. The snow was piled high in some places and slick with ice in others, however it was not the snow that slowed Jules down - it was the evidence of deer. She'd found a pile of deer scat lazily buried in the snow, spied some gray figures far-out within the field, and thought she'd found some paths through the snow that had not been covered yet.

But Rev didn't stop, so she tagged after him - finding herself less and less interested in the thought of chasing down something spritely like a doe when there was probably an easier solution available. Once the pair began to ascend a rocky hillside and they'd found cover within the fringes of a forest, she gave a big sigh and stopped walking.

Rev -- Rev, stop! Ya haven't said a lick to me since--  The possum, she was going to say, but nobody wanted to think about that nasty old thing. The golden girl dashed for him and swerved at the last second, slipping against his chin with her forehead in the manner of (a pretty tall) cat. Betcha we find something in here hmm? She didn't want to appear weak to him so she didn't mention how sore her paws felt, and merely basked in his presence with a saccarine smile upon her long face.