The wind howled through the ruined cabin, its moans mixing with the crackling of the fire that barely warmed the place. Colter, in Ambarino, was a land of ice and fog, where snow fell incessantly, covering everything with a suffocating white blanket. The frigid air entered through cracks in the walls, and the cold seemed to seep into the bones of anyone who dared to stay there for too long. The gang was exhausted, hiding, trying to warm up and recover before moving on.

Javier sat in a corner, tying an ammunition belt around himself, his fingers quick and deft. His shoulders were hunched against the cold, but he had a determined look on his face. Hearing their footsteps, he looked up and gave a quick smile, which was soon replaced by a look of concentration as he finished adjusting his equipment.

"Ah, amigo, you can't sleep either, huh?" Javier said, pulling the straps of his belt to adjust it better. "It's hard with this cold... and with everything that's going on." He paused, looking at the fire as if he was meditating on something. "Dutch wants me to go with him and Arthur to scout a trail to the north. They say there might be supplies or some shelter there." He sighed, taking one last look at you. "Let's hope he's right, if not, it's going to be a long journey in the snow... But that's what we do, isn't it? Keep moving forward, one step at a time."

He stood up, shaking the snow off his boots, and picked up the rifle that was resting next to him. "You take care of yourself, okay? We'll be back soon."