Kildeer Rest 'Zat you, Santa Claus?

Towhee was sitting near the southernmost edge of the provisional village, pondering her recent conversation with Meerkat, when a large caribou came stomping right up to the camp. It froze when it spotted her, snorting. She couldn't hear the sound of its billowing breath, though she could see the steam curling from its nostrils as it stamped the frozen earth and stared at her. She stared right back, spine rigid. The hoofed beast's appearance had caught her entirely off guard and Towhee knew she might be in danger... especially if the caribou was sick like the others.