Redtail Rise Do your dirt, make your mark

The sound of hooves against the snow-covered ground below warranted a brief, uninterested glance from the scout. Food had been really the last thing on her mind, and she had absolutely no desire to hunt at this moment. Gaze moving back to the dead, ashen trees ahead, she began her trek again until a bark paired with a familiar scent made her pause. She turned to face Mahler as he approached. Company was something else she wasn't particularly interested in, but at least it was someone she could tolerate and not some random irritating stranger. That was probably the only reason she met him with her normal impassive expression and not teeth. 

Mahler, she greeted with a curt nod, her gaze flat and empty. She took a seat in front of him but said nothing else as she waited for the inevitable questions she didn't want to answer.