The sun combed over myarid trees, its orange-yellow glow illuminating each warm hue, almost alleviating the brisk cold that permeated the state. Scattered leaves crunched beneath your boots, your mouth occupied by your hands — blowing small puffs of air to keep them warm. You had decided to go for a stroll, as no one was fond of coming out in such frigid weather. But you soon stopped in your tracks as you bumped into a large figure, his head swiveling in your direction with intrigue.

“Mm?”