Kildeer Rest figure out yer next move boss

This place was cold and rough. It was getting colder, too. As they picked their way across the irregular terrain Indra kept her head down, sometimes sheltering alongside Colt until he inevitably took notice. In the evening the air was brisk and Indra couldn't warm up at all, which put her in a poor mood.

Smells like ass, she contended.
She was standing very near to Colt's hip, as if heeled there. She knew he asked after something else — it was her job now to scout, track, and hunt; but she was distracted by the combined ache of her muscles, her empty belly, and the increasing cold.