As she's walking, the snow starts softly falling again, big, fluffy flakes that seem more pleasant than intimidating, unless you're hiking through the woods with no sense of direction. Emma's a dark blur amid the white trees, and it doesn't take a listen check to suddenly hear the crack of a rifle being fired in her general direction.
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As she's walking, the snow starts softly falling again, big, fluffy flakes that seem more pleasant than intimidating, unless you're hiking through the woods with no sense of direction. Emma's a dark blur amid the white trees, and it doesn't take a listen check to suddenly hear the crack of a rifle being fired in her general direction.
It sure ain't hunting season anymore.