Anthony
*The picture of the macen woman would prove to show no significant writing; actually, it didn't show any comprehensive writing at all. No, all that remained on the photo were a few scribbles of scratched out words, words that couldn't be read, even when held up to a light. Other than that, however, there was nothing of importance that could be gathered from looking at the picture's back.*
Peter
*Ah well. She decides to put the picture back since it's pretty much useless. After that, Kalisha heads back out of the tent and returns to the body to try and retrieve the arrow.
Hopefully Ire has defrosted the corpse enough for her to pull the arrow out without snapping the shaft. Kalisha takes a look over the corpse and checks the arrow, tugging on it lightly to see if it's movable.*
Anthony
*As Kalisha puts the picture back up, the body would habe already defrosted due to the combined temperature of the still-burning campfire and Ire's heating effect. She would be able to pull the arrow out with relative ease, the arrow smoothly sliding out of the corpse's flesh as she took a quick look over the corpse and arrow alike. The wound that the arrow left would be somewhat grayed out, due to the extended amount of exposure in the blizzard's cold, dry atmosphere. The arrow itself would have a slight bit of frost near the point, along with the familiar look of dried, rust-colored blood. In the end, there would be nothing out of ordinary pertaining to the arrow, or the wound it inflicted. Though, what was odd was that in the tent that Kalisha had inspected, there were no signs of either a hunting bow, a crossbow, or a quiver of arrows, which begged the question; who, or what, killed the hunters?*

*Shortly after Kalisha began inspecting the arrow, however, a dark, canine-like figure would proceed to prowl and stalk the woods, gaining a whiff of Kalisha's scent from the tracks she left when she followed the smoke trail that led to the campfire site. The figure would bend low, sniffing long and hard, before it gained a general idea of the direction Kalisha was in. It would lick its snout, savoring the oncoming taste of flesh against fang, savoring the excitement of the hunt. It would howl loudly into the night, as a means to let its prey know that it's hunter had arrived, before rapidly following the scent trail that would lead it directly towards Kalisha.*
Peter
*Hunting equipment... But these guys were more wilderness explorers than hunters, judging by the gear they have. Wonder who or what killed them in this way. Kalisha puts the arrow in her bag, keep it as proof for later, if she finds the killer.
Now she stands up, picking Ire up off the ground and looking around to figure out what to do next. Any footprints, signs of life, or other suspicious stuff around...*