Yael's sense of self-preservation was there, thank you very much, she just...didn't always think it through. So here she was, several yards away from the main camp during one of the rare windless periods. She was crouched in the snow, trying to tempt a fox closer with a small scrap of food. She was holding it out and waiting patiently while the fox watched her nervously. She'd at least convinced it not to run away yet. That was something.