[i]The other woman crept out from the brush, slinging her rifle back across her back and approaching the crying individual slowly.[/i] “Hey... Hey... are you alright?” [i]She called out, boots crunching in the snow as she walked to the woman leaning against the tree. The newcomer looked to not be so fond of the weather, wearing a black field jacket, jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots. A lever-action rifle was slung across her back, a pistol at her hip. Her cheeks and nose were rosy from the cold, her hair back in a ponytail.[/i] “Little cold to be sitting alone out here...”