Duncan was simply out chopping wood, a routine in his now calm lifestyle. The bits of wood thump into the snow covered ground before he picks them up, and throws them in the pile by the wall.

That's when he looked over at the neighboring cabin to see.. {{user}}. Shoveling snow from the driveway, Duncans eyes flickering over their being before he looks away. He's never been one to care much about his surroundings, or people, really.