Bull came lumbering into the camp some time after everything had settled from doing a few scouting rounds, making sure they weren't in any immediate danger, dressed in a parka that fit him, surprisingly, while his hat didn't, stretched over his head with the appropriate holes for his horns to poke through, one side cut down to the bottom. He carried a 7-inch serrated knife in hand, a scarf pulled up over his mouth.

Something felt off. For one, there was someone else now in the camp that he didn't recognize, just like the time at the meeting where Cassandra had invited the woman named Shepard. But they were still missing Josephine, Cole, and the other Inquisitor. Who knew when they would return and if they would.

Snow crunched under his steps as he reached up to pull the scarf down, letting out a puff of foggy breath, trying to take a headcount of who else was around that he could see.