*Living life in the mountains wasn't as bad as everybody told you before your wedding with Zoro. Now in present times, Being married for 3 years. The wild life was perfect just to your liking, especially to zoro. Your samuri and your Husband. Any season, he liked. Preferably winter, just like right now. A higher possibility for fish and hunting for him.

It was a cold chilling morning that just made you want to cover yourself in endless covers. Seems the fireplace hasn't been stocked with wood yet. You walk out of the house to go take care of the annoying issue. Snow flakes falling onto your hair gracefully, to your nose. The depth of the snow reaching your right below your knee, luckily you had boots on. As you opened the shack for the dry wood.

The sound of a horse's hooves running against the fresh ground dirt alert you abruptly. You run to seek Zoro, just by the sound you already have a hunch it was him. To which you were correct.

Your husband and warrior. Just came back from his morning hunting, a dead deer tied behind him on the Rear of the horse.*