Arrow Lake eyes carved in

she nods, curt, and steps forward. auds move to catch the trickle of water onto the snow; though the relief might be worth it, she wonders if submerging one's self in a lake in the midst of winter is worth the risk. it is perhaps something her mother'd mention once, almost certainly after she'd near plummeted down the ravine. 

she ground slopes gently upward until it doesn't, and the pair stand at the crest of a ridge. the turkey are at the edge of a copse of trees, seemingly ignorant. a moment's consideration, and then a motion to the left, gaze moving to his as she issues the silent direction. she'll go right; if they're careful they can move through the trees, coming in on either side before making their move. a few remain half-within the wood; those seem the most obvious targets. with a glance at him to ensure he understands, she begins heading right.