Half laying the crunchy snow drift, Rilana edged forwards, contorting her graceful body so that she could remain hidden while still drawing back on the silvery wooden longbow. The whale fat on the string kept it from creaking aloud in the still air, or snapping in her hands under the strain of the sheer coldness. Sighting down the straight shaft of the arrow, the wanderer waited, her arm already burning from the pull of the powerful bow. The dire wolverine was busy shredding its way into the cairn of deadfall at the edge of a frozen stream, snarling and snorting and shrieking. The more-than-horse-sized weasel was either having a tantrum or it had some kind of creature cornered. Whatever the case might be, the creature was finally distracted and mostly staying in one spot. 

But just as Rilana steadied her arm, something small and brown burst from the nest of wood and streaked between the dire wolverine's paws and behind it, it's clawed webbed feet scrambling through the snow as it fled the wolverine in a panic. Rilana had just enough to to recognize the flat hairless tail of the beaver before she realized that she was in trouble. The longbow thumped, vaporized frost an whale fat drifting away on the wind as the arrow flew. 

Rilana didn't need to wait to see if it was going to strike the beast. She'd known her aim was off as soon as she'd let fly. Straightening up in the snow, the slender woman turned and ran for her life. The wolverine spotted her as soon as it turned around and instantly forgot about the fleeing rodent. The arrow thunked into a branch just over its head and it let out a sinister scream.