Hanna and Nicole
The path continues along its course, winding around the thick trunks of the aging conifers and over the gentle hills of the wood. You continue on for what feels like long enough for Jen to have finished her task, but nothing else appears to threaten you--apart from birds and the odd squirrel, it seems you're alone. The sun is rising to its peak, and a few scattered clouds have started to blow in on the northerly wind.
Jennifer
Even with the snow cleared away, the ground beneath is frozen hard, and cracking it is hard work. It's lucky you're in excellent shape, and that the power of your oath prevents you from getting overly dirty--otherwise, the task might not be bearable.
It takes a while, but you manage to dig the woman a suitable grave and get her into it. Just as you're shoveling the last of the icy dirt back into place, though, you hear a faint rustle in the undergrowth, almost imperceptible. Your eyes catch a flicker of movement, something white enough to be almost invisible in the snow, if it weren't for the grey bark of the trees. Before you can get a better look, the shape is already gone, so fast it might have just been a trick of the light. Nothing else seems to stir.