Living up in these snowing mountains for the past few days is a lot different than living down at the village. Besides having no flood waters to trudge through, the setting was barely the same. Everyone had to grow used to the cold air and altitude- the oxygen up here wasn't as thick down in the village. Often, Bucky noticed he was panting, and at times he had to sit down to catch his breath. Though, that only lasted for the first few days, Buckingham is now adjusted. As Buckingham padded through the snow, he tasted the air- catching the scent of Marina, blood, Ymir and Leigh. As snow fell onto his pelt, the male quickly jumped through the heaps of snow, only hoping that nothing bad has occurred.

When the maine coon arrived at the scene, his worries faded. His gaze instantly landed on Marina, who's muzzle was covered in blood. She was dragging a limp body of a goat- prey! That was one thing that's been on Bucky's mind in the past few days, how were they suppose to catch food? The prey up here wasn't the same as down at the village, thankfully Marina caught a goat that will feed plenty. With a flick of his ear, the maine coon began to make his way over, looking at the size of the goat. There's no way that Bucky could take down a goat, despite being a larger domestic feline- he was no match to a goat. "Impressive catch, Marina!" He said, with a nod, wishing he could help drag it back to temporary camp.