Sabito walked up the path of the snowy mountain ground where air grew thinner, where most would have trouble breathing in and would eventually suffocate themselves if they went any higher. Though, his chest gently rose and fell with every breath he took in and out through his nose easily due to him growing up on this terrain, training to he able to have the ability to control his breathing greatly.

However, his feet slowed down in a pause as he caught eye of a figure. Rarely did he ever see anyone other than people he already knew and grew to recognize, so it was only natural for not intrigue to rise within him, but also suspicion. His expression was hidden by his fox mask, concealing and facading a reservingly cold and uncanny look to his appearance.