Hoshor Plains I hope that I am just like you

She lifts her head past Lumiya's sight, finding a trail to follow. "Something'll be on the end of that, I bet" Wren proclaims, moving forward to follow it. Hooves in the snow, deep enough to show the prey animal was heavy but also light enough to trek. 

Twisting her head to look at the woman, she lifts a brow silently. Shall they follow that? It was a good lead when it came to winter. Beggars can't be choosers. She'd take what she could get when it got cold. The important thing was to find the damn food.