Neverwinter Forest cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles

Maybe someone from Libertine Coterie?

The snow had started in the early evening the previous night, and hadn't stopped falling since. It wasn't so bad; everything was coated in silver-white and the thin sunlight caused the frosted surfaces to glitter, which she liked. The cold wasn't an issue for her either. If it got even worse then the snow wouldn't be able to fall, and she was equipped with a dense double-coat to repel anything. Feeling particularly confident as she hiked through this new patch of wilderness, Tuya did not bother to hide her approach as she came upon the slanting shadows of a forest. Now there was cold — as soon as her toes sank in to the snow beneath the boughs she felt it and sucked in a frigid breath, withdrawing a moment later as if something within the depths of the great white had snapped at her. Breaths pealed from her snout as she began to investigate the forest's edge, keen on finding a path through — and that's when she noticed the streaks of yellow, crystallized and sharply contrasting against the white. The girl paused and looked around, but wasn't sure if the dark shapes beyond the marks were strangers laying in wait, or merely trembling shadows caused by a northerly wind.