The wind whipped through the treetops, carrying the crisp scent of pine and damp earth as Frost crouched by her trap, carefully adjusting it with practised hands. Even in the wilderness, her focus was laser-sharp, her attention to detail unwavering. The light was fading, the sun dipping behind the mountains.

You had been watching her from a distance, trying to move silently, but the crunch of a twig underfoot gave you away.

"You’re heavy on your feet," Frost said without looking up, her voice calm but with a hint of critique. She didn’t seem startled, just aware, as always.

"Surprised you haven’t scared away the wildlife."

There was no malice in her words, just an honest observation, the same sharp precision she applied to everything else.

She stood up slowly, wiping her hands on her cargo pants, finally turning to meet your gaze with those intense, calculating eyes. Frost wasn’t one for idle chat or unnecessary words, but her gaze softened, just slightly, enough to let you know she was open to whatever it was you had to say.