Spotted Eagle Mountain I have always been a fortress.

Guess I can use this thread for her trade of hunter :D

Fueled by hunger, the woman followed the trail of prey for a few miles past Great Bear Wildness, until the mountain of Moonspear became a speck at the rear and a greater range of mountains came to sight in front. She was not sure where she was going and could not tell how far she had wandered, so focused instead on catching up to the stench of rabbit. The tracks were so wayward and varied, veering this way and quickly swerving another, that the woman took a chance on a particular scent and followed it further until the mountain of Spotted Eagle grew larger and more imposing. It didn't take her long to notice that the scent of the rabbit grew more rancid, the scent of death smacking her head on--it was a dead end, and an empty mission that made her shoulders slump with disappointment. Winter was killing off viable prey that remained left and right.

Turning on her toes to find another trail to track, the woman stopped when she caught whiff of another scent, wolf a young male, absent of a pack. She saw him, a looming dark figure who's eyes resembled lanterns in the darkness, he seemed intent on finding something and immediately the woman picked up on the tracks of the fleeting squirrel, the tiny pawprints moving every which way in the snow. She was careful as she trekked the slippery slopes of the mountain upward, keeping a distance from the male but also just close enough to potentially cash in on a bite of the reward if he so happened to find it before she did and was willing to share.