Two Rivers Isle if i killed someone for you

AW hunting thread (4/5)

She had crossed the river quickly, eager to keep moving and avoid soaking in the shivering waters - the ice queen was not extremely adapt at dealing with roads of liquid, but even she was aware that to let the water seep into her pelt in the frigid wind would be a dangerous, foolish idea; so she didn't linger. 

The sky was a dull, pale haze of grey when she emerged on the island, blackened nose pressed toward the earth and lips parted to inhale the scents of the wildlife. Winter was bitter and harsh, so she had busied herself with the task of providing the keep with plenty of prey, glad for a reason to stretch her muscles and heighten her body temperature - so too was she pleased to have a coat so thick, a plush pelage of white as stark as the snow lacing the isle's ground. It proided her with enough warmth, and aided in masking her presence from any lingering creatures.

With any hope, she'd not return home empty handed.