Winter is prowling through the forest, getting smacked by branches he was sure weren't there when he turned that way. He stops at the distant sound of a shout. He can't make out what the person's saying, or who it is, but it's the first he's heard of anyone since he lost track of those dumb-ass kids.

He tries to turn that direction, but whenever he tries to go anywhere in here, he winds up going the wrong way. So he stops after a minute, remembering some old instinct to stay put when lost. "Hey!" he calls instead. Maybe this person can find him instead? "Over here!"