Big Salmon Lake straight fuckin water

Her icy drink was interrupted by a voice, and the doe's head slowly turned, only to be faced with the eyes of a stranger - a woman, draped in darker colours but adorned with blessings of white, like snow falling from an evening sky. Vyn was not one to fear or dislike the company of others, and the potential danger of a loner was disregarded; if something shitty happened, she'd just go along with the ride and see where it led her. Pale eyes of a daffodil flickered between the grey stranger and the lake, before her shoulders rolled back nonchalantly. "Yea. I'm no wildlife expert, but I thought the bears were all napping now 'til spring. Maybe this dude was just late."

Then a large, gaping yawn broke her thoughts, teeth glinting in the light before her features settled back to their smooth beauty. "D'yuh ever wish you could hibernate? I sure as hell do." A chocolate voice slid from her lips, still rough from her earlier nap, and she stretched out her neck before glancing back toward the stranger. Who was she, anyways?