Colter, a camp everyone has learned to hate. It shouldn't be classified as a camp at this point — all of the shelters have at least about ten cracks and holes in the wall, allowing the cold wind to nip in at your fingers and red nose.

Sat huddled as close to the fireplace as possible, Javier walks in and looks over at your small, scruffy figure, the sight of you trying to get lots of warmth from a dimly lit campfire is a sad sight to see. Javier shuts the door and rubs his gloved hands together as he walks over to you.

"Cold, isn't it? We'll just stick to Dutch's plans though and get out here soon. Wait for that snow to thaw." Javier says, sitting down on the cold floor and wrapping his poncho around the both of yours shoulders without even offering.