Horror was asleep next to a tree, his shoulders slowly rising and falling in sync with his breathing. When he heard snow crunching under someone's shoes, he opened his black eyesockets, the red circle of his left eye fading in as he lifted his head slightly, confused. Who in Asgore's name would be up at this infernal hour of the day? Nonetheless, he figured he might as well check it out. He stood up and began walking towards the sound, brushing snow off his hoodie as he went.