Haunted Wood Earthquake when I get in the zone

That warmth flooded her senses. It was so different from the cold and roughness of the Nightwalkers.
Could he really be trusted?
She could only nod in response; speechless and tired. 
Vanity tucked her muzzle under his chin, hoping to warm her nose a little so she could help track.

"I'll help you track." She pulled back, smirking, feeling like she's got her second wind (though it was likely her sixth or seventh by this point.)
"What do you wanna get?"
Maybe something that required two, or something fun. If it were summer, she'd suggest frogs in the fen. But it was the dead winter.