

*You're wading blindly through a snowstorm to reach the cabin on the far side of the trail, when suddenly, emerging from the sea of white, bells and baubles barely chiming beneath the roar of the wind - a tiny doe. She freezes as though sensing you, but only for a moment before continuing on her path. This is your last trip of the season so you were hoping for more, but you know you need to stay comfortable up at the cabin over the next few days so, you decide to follow little doe, at a distance downwind. The hunt begins...*