Frostfire Ridge the two of us,

hunting #4, set for 03/10/2021

The air was still chilled despite spring's inevitable arrival and the occasional sunrays that broke through the broken cover of clouds that hung low in the sky, hinting at the rains to come. They were held at bay for now, which the huntress was grateful for. She'd smelt some more of those strange canid scents around the borders, not the same ones that @Wintersbane(reference)had chased out less than a fortnight prior but scavengers all the same. They hadn't crossed over again but the shaman had followed the trail towards the split ridge of heat and ice regardless, the one that the others had called Frostfire Ridge. 

She slowed as she wound through the burnt forest which was beginning to bud with new life, the scent of the fox growing stronger as she sniffed at the roots of the trees in search of its burrow. Its days thieving from their food stores were over with if the tundrian had anything to say about it.