Ringer remained where she was, caught between her desire to see things through and her realization that the risk was too high now. She looked around with nothing in sight except the wall beside her and the snow both stacked against her legs and falling in a blizzard around her. The hunter squinted into the storm for the source of the second voice, blinking the moisture from her eyes when the snow suddenly stopped to see the ice queen, a cat of some kind, and the large fox. The fox who had asked her about horseshoes.

She lifted her hands to wipe away the snow from her face and hair as best she could, her fingers stiff and mostly numb. Whether the fox had come to her aid or was on the side of the frigid witch was unclear. Ringer wasn't keen on the idea of dying, but she also didn't like the idea of obeying the fae's orders. Humanity was already on its back foot with the supernatural beasts and proving themselves subservient wouldn't help the situation at all.

So, instead of obeying, Ringer did the dumb thing and remained where she was, looking between the cat, the woman, and the fox. She crossed her arms again, hand sliding around the grip of her weapon in its shoulder holster, remaining poised and ready with no move to actually draw the gun. Something wasn't adding up. "Why let me live?"