Unfortunately, the young warrior was far from being in her own element. Although the benefits of winter did have their perks about them, overall the eldest daughter of the Kalona of AniWaya absolutely despised winter. Too cold for her, especially for her small and petite figure; she didn’t have the body mass nor enough body fat to even remain remotely lukewarm during these harsh times. All of the land had been robbed of its lush greenness, the sun doing little to provide even the warmest of rays on a clear and sunny day, and sometimes traveling through the thick downfall of snow was just a pain in the tail to do. Not even her own equine had enjoyed the winter months, for the lack of vegetation prevented him to graze freely and contently in otherwise plentiful fields of long grasses, and even traversing through the snow would prove to be a difficult task for the steed. Winter, why couldn’t you just be done with already?
It didn’t stop them; however, from getting where they needed to go. They would push through the worst of blizzards, the worst of snow storms, to get to where they were going. They had already been in the wilderness for several days now, away from the confines of the tribe lands. They had been eating, drinking, and making recreation out on the run. As if the young warrior had not traveled enough while she was absent from the tribe lands, there was a certain sense of her that told her to go forth and explore even more. Spending the night where the red she wolf and the horse could accommodate, the two had risen quiet early in the morning when the gently snow had ceased for the time being. The early bird gets the worm, as the proverb of her father and of a universal sense had silently mused in her mind. Some of the best prey had been wandering about in the early hours, gathering and hunting for food themselves. What was to be on the menu was generally randomized and unknown, but the sooner the pair had awaken to hunt for food, perhaps the better the prize would be.
Propped upon the back of Aidan, the steed paced them at a casual trot. Her bow and a spare arrow had been in her grasp, with the rest of her arrows in the quiver that was strapped to her back. Height was an essential advantage, and with the deadly accuracy she held with her bow, could strike something from a far, high distance before the prey even had the opportunity to react. They had disturbed some minute rodents, most of which were too quick and nimble to get a good shot at, but Asha’s keen sense of vision like her Spirit Guide had noted movement ahead of them, and gently her heel tapped the side of Aidan so that she could get a better look. Whatever it had been, it had been the color of white; disappearing amongst its background. It had been tall, and moving at a mild pace. It had camouflaged itself well enough to where Asha was having a difficult time discerning what the creature was, but assumed it might have been a very malnourished sort of grizzly that had a blending pelt? Well, there were certainly no polar bears that staked claim here yet, but there were creatures who consistently adapted to their backgrounds by means of evolution giving them the advantage.
It had been an Optime taking a solitary stroll. She had the instinct to raise her bow and arrow at the individual, but it seemed to be of no harm. Instead of readily approaching it like she usually did when she sought company, for a moment the young warrior sat in silence upon her steed to watch where the figure was going, what it was going to do. Aidan happened to give a soft neigh, to which his noise could probably be heard by the individual.