Dragoncrest Cliffs In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry

The Feisripa ignored the low temperatures and brutally cold windchill as she roved the forest in search of food. By late morning, three dead rabbits lay at her feet. She stashed two in a stockpile—where they would surely freeze in minutes—and carried the largest back to the tree for @Thuringwethil. She wasn't there at the moment, so Wildfire didn't linger either. She began heading toward the beach, nose going numb as the cold sea air whipped past her.