Piers was walking up the snowy hill with his Skuntank beside him, following. It was freezing, and he seemed unbothered by the snowy mountains. Though, his thin and already cold body made it a bit worrying- a bit unhealthy for him to walk around casually. He fidgeted with the choker on his neck, his light breath visible in the air. He had on little protection, other than a black hoodie over his usual clothes, with his hefty cropped white and long-sleeved vest tied around his thin waist.