Asta stood up, huffing. If one was not used to the cold tundra, they might have tried and spend their time looking for tracks but Asta knew that it's been snowing and the wind is blowing, so any tracks were long gone.
Asta looked around, making sure there was no other life. She really did not want to go home with only a rabbit. She sighed, imaging her father's face as his friends laughed at her. Many of the men there don't think Asta is capable to do the things the men do. It's common knowledge that men do most of the hunting and fighting. But Asta is her father's only child and with no mother to raise her, he would have to.
Asta turned around and started back up the hill, looking around one last time for any other life. As she turned her back to the trap, she heard something moving within the bushes. She stopped and pulled out her hunters knife, ready for whatever came .
[OOC: Naw dude, your doing good so far. If you have any questions, I might be able to help you. All you have to do is PM me and I'll answer as soon as possible.]