[u][b]Before the skip[/b][/u]

William tuned out most of what was going on in the kitchen. He heard that there would be activity at "sacred ground", which probably had something to do with their two dead werewolves. Not precisely feeling in the mood to be surrounded by so many werewolves, William stepped outside to enjoy the cool air, and gaze over the now lit forest. It was a much better sight in the light, but the hunter knew all things wicked crawl out in the night. For the hunter, what was considered wicked was considered his prey.

[u][b]After the skip[/b][/u]

The hunter followed the others out to the shed and boarded the UTV, standing in the bed of the vehicle and holding onto the railing. The Ulfric wasted no time hitting the gas and speeding through the snow though. William decided to hold onto the railing with one had now, using the other to keep his hat on his head. Holding on was no easy task, as the Ulfric made sure to hit every bump along the way. Ryan fell flat on his ass and complained about possibly landing on his keys. William smirked, though he certainly wasn't enjoying his driver's driving. He went as far as to drive them through a pile of snow, raining white powder upon everyone in the vehicle. William shivered, his coat now covered in snowy powder. "I've sailed through storms!" He shouted, trying to be heard over the engine of the UTV. "You'll have to do better than a couple heaps of snow!"

The hunter grumbled something else, but continued to hold on, wishing to return to his motel room already.