Leo's line of vision lowered slightly under the strawhat, his gaze squinting in the snow. He looked down at the map used to guide him, eventually turning to glare at his brothers; who were making light steps in the snow with slight shakes. He could admit, it was cold. He didn't like the way the snow felt under his peds. He turned his head forward, letting the slow pile on his hat. He frowned, putting his hand over his eyes and squinting; leaning forward, his vision could make out something.