Talk:The Stream/@comment-25178347-20130614221415/@comment-25178347-20130614231815

Coldpelt noticed a squirrel. Hoping it wouldn't detect her icy scent, she stealthily moved around to downwind of the squirrel, and shot at it when she was at the right position.

It squealed, trying to escape, but it was too late; Coldpelt had already caught it and dealt the killing bite to it.