Redtail Rise out of shape,

A break from the glacier - from the clash of warriors - was sorely needed. Satori's paws carried her down a trail laid by Faust, senses heightened for any sign of Winsook or the caribou killers that may cause her trouble. Her attempt at forging an alliance had fallen short, and the priestess wished not to bring upon herself the ensuing awkwardness another rendezvous would likely bring.

It seemed she would not be so lucky today.

"Ayovi-?" her voice drifts across the rise to a figure of white hunched besides an old kill. The distance betrayed her, cheeks flushing as she awaited the mountain woman's icelike glare to find her.