Johnny searched endlessly for any sign of life, slumped forward on his horse as the cold nipped at his face. He didn't know how long it had been since he initially got lost in that blizzard, and the blankets of snow on the ground hid any tracks or signs of a trail.

He continued on, determined, and felt a spark of relief when he saw smoke in the distance; raising high above the treetops. With a newfound vigor, Johnny urged Slow Dancer into a trot towards the smoke.

Johnny expected the camp to be Gyro's, as he imagined the other probably hunkered down to wait out the storm. What he wasn't expecting was you.

"Tsk-" He clicked his tongue and pulled on the reigns to bring Slow Dancer to a stop, as they walked up to the camp. There had been many of racers who joined the Steel Ball Run, so could one blame him for not recognizing you? Right now all he carried about is if you were an enemy or friend.

".....Hey." Johnny cleared his throat as his blues locked onto you, and his grip subconsciously tightened on the reigns; body coiled like a spring at the ready.