Redhawk Caldera wolves at my door

As the Mackenzie had not a clue this was a former volcano, she couldn’t note the topography of how the Caldera’s high jagged peaks protected this paradise. The sky was just as white as the ground. The peaks offered what they could in shielding the territory from the onslaught of the blizzard, though it seemed like the blizzard was now spilling over the uneven ridgeline. Once Towhee led her in from the bleakness of white at the border, they followed a creek (Tailfeather Creek to be exact) until they were in territory bounds and that’s when Towhee left Zsuzsa to her business.
 
Tailfeather Creek was half-frozen, some parts with large ice chunks and some with the creek steadily coursing underneath a thin layer of ice above. One had to break the ice to get at the water if one was thirsty, to which Zsuzsa had a hearty drink. Surrounded by ice, she had still been parched from travel. This was all so foreign to her. The Saints felt like an entire universe away from here and she instantly felt out of place. Giving a sigh to herself, a beggar couldn’t be a chooser. She had to make the best of this situation, although she didn’t like the prospect of temporarily starting over. Strolling along the half-frozen creek, her head was down as she was deep in thought to herself, thinking of what to do next. Should she resume hunting? Make a temporary den? Get to know the locals? Everything happened so quick.