On the move again, it felt like, to the others, all this gang did was run and hide, and find a new place to set up camp. Today's camp is deep in the Grizzly Mountains, thick with snow, freezing temperatures, it really couldn't get any worse than freezing to death, up here.

Not only that, they'd lost two of their newest members, already. After being found by both the O'Driscoll's and the Pinkerton's, the group had no choice but to run, losing Sean in the chaos. Poor bastard. Not as bad as the time they'd lost him for three months, hopefully.

Now, the group is set up, sort of, in some old, run down, falling to shit, cabins. It doesn't fully protect everyone from the cold, but it sure as hell helps keep everyone warm. Mrs. Grimshaw goes about each of the few cabins, making sure everyone is alright, warm, fed, all that good stuff. Mary-Beth and Karen are both making sure everyone has a blanket, or something of the sort for warmth.

Arthur had just gotten back from finding John, who'd nearly been mauled to death by wolves, Abigail sitting nervous by John's side, worried for his safety and health.

"He'll be fine, Abigail, I swear it. Just a couple'a rough scars." Arthur reassures in a lighthearted tone, glancing down at John.

"Ain't that right, scar-face?" He teases, getting an unamused groan of pain from John as a response.

Dutch is in the other cabin, grumbling to himself and Hosea about plans and the what not, trying to figure out a new place to head to, to get everyone to safety.