[seasonal event] atlas hands

Instead of looking for Luxere, like she had been for what felt like forever, Rexanna had come prepared to hunt. She carried a bow with her and a small knife just in case, enveloped in her warm furs and bundles to keep her body warm and steps light as she traversed over the snow fallen Woodland. She wore a bit of a scarf to cover her nose and her mouth, though it also helped to keep her breath from pluming too much in front of her. And with the snow to her advantage, she began to search for tracks. She used what Alistair had taught her in regards to tracking. She could fire an arrow easily, but finding the creatures often proved more difficult for her. So she began her tracking, finding a set of smallish tracks. It appeared to her like some kind of squirrel, or smaller mammal. Definitely not a deer – the tracks and broken branches of size would indicate whether it was larger or not. And while Rexanna didn’t have a whole family to feed, she figured a squirrel or two would do the trick. Perhaps even a bird if she came up with nothing. Tightening her scarf around her mouth and nose, and gripping onto her bow she set off in the direction of the tracks through the woods. RexannA rebellion sits well on you; like a red coat, or the gilt gold burnish of youth.

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