She retreats it. Daisy drinks from her canteem before also letting go of a few drops into a pair of socks, and coloured scarf to wear over her face. One of the wet socks is wrapped around her canteem.

And patiently, she waits. Every so often, she'd hear a howl many kilometers away and hover her hand around her pistol, but they're too far away for now. It's a moment to rest for Daisy, but not enough to lower her guard for now.