Belinda is trying to put the local farmers at ease by checking the nearby woods for bears. She's sure they're all hibernating this time of year, but on the off chance that one is up and about, she'll have to put it down to protect the farmers and their livestock. Or perhaps make note of its location, head back, get backup, and then return to put it down. She would feel bad for the poor, hungry thing, so that is why she hopes she doesn't find one out roaming around. Farmers tend to get jumpy about these sorts of things. The cold winter's wind blowing through branches could sound just like a bear's roar to them.

And so she trudges through snow, her shield on her back and a sword at her side. When she hears the sound of someone struggling, she knows it's certainly not a bear, and she rushes forward to see what's the matter. The contrast of red against the bright white snow makes Belinda think of blood, but once she's close, she sees it's fabric. And now she sees dark hair and hears the struggling of a woman. A woman with a tree on her.

"Maker's breath!" she exclaims, kneeling beside the tree and pushing her shoulder into it. It doesn't move. "Don't worry; I'll get you out!" she says, Starkhaven accent an oddity in the Hinterlands. "Let me take a running start."