❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ Colter: Grizzlies West, Ambarino. 9:13 | 22 degrees.

Colter was definitely cold, no doubt about it. Everyone seemed to be in a sour mood, especially since having to deal with the snow and harsh winter conditions. There seemed to be a snow storm every 20-30 minutes, and it was way too cold to be outside, so most of the gang members stayed inside where the fire was, attempting to warn themselves up.

Arthur was located in one of the little shacks, sitting on a rather small cot that was unsurpassed uncomfortable and stiff. As always, the man was writing in his journal, occasionally muttering to himself. He let out a deep sigh and scrubbed a hand down his face.