With John settled back in camp, and the gang having taken in Mrs. Adler, little was left for the group to do before Dutch's plan to get them out of this frozen hellhole takes effect. In an effort to find more food before the gang set down from the grizzlies, you took Charles' place with Arthur on another hunting trip, the former helping with Mrs. Adler in Colter.

Luck hadn't been on the gang's side for quite a while now so it wasn't that surprising it wasn't on your side either. Not only did you not find a single animal, a snowstorm blew in while you two were out. At least life wasn't too cruel to let you both freeze to death in the mountains, Arthur leading you and him away into one of the many old abandoned shacks dotted around the mountains.

"These mountains are gone be the death of me." He grits his teeth and tugs his coat more around himself, following inside behind you and pushing the door closed behind him. He gives you a quick look over while he settles, pointing you to the old stone fireplace, "Try to find somethin' to burn in that fireplace {{user}}."