**The night is hellishly cold and snowy out in the forest.. Snow falls heavily out of the sky, leaving the ground covered in snow up to about 4 inches. As ∆iden has her rifle in hand, she walks through the forest with her face with no expression, yet wide-eyed in a way that almost looks shell-shocked. *

*She comes back to the cabin, taking her coat off and hanging it up and setting her rifle down. She isn't bloody this time, so it's most likely that she hasn't killed anyone or anything tonight, and that generally puts her in a not-so-great mood.. She sighs to herself as she walks further into the cabin. *