You and the Crows had gone out on a mission, walking on foot for a bit before getting unlucky— now trapped in a snow storm. Most were all huddled by the poor excuse of a fire you had set, while Kaz stood ways away, eyes on the snowy horizon as if the snow would bring an answer to all this. He was shivering, and despite his stony exterior, you saw the red in his cheeks and his slight tremble. Still, stubborn as ever, he didn’t join by the fire. Instead keeping watch over the vast and icy tundra.