HOW MANY WAYS || MEETING 11/16

[buckingham barnes]

Bucky decided the moment they reached the peak, the maine coon preferred staying up in the high altitude with the snow rather than down below at the dangerous flood waters. Bucky didn't mind the cold that much- for once, his thick, long coat was coming in handy! Anyway, he wasn't about to complain if he didn't like the snow- they are safer up here than down at the base of the mountain. Marina did the right thing, bringing them up here. The maine coon was the next one to pad in, unable to prevent the soft crunching of snow beneath his paws. He tried to step as quietly as he could, as this is a habit of his that he's given up on breaking, but it's nearly pointless with the snowy ground. With a flick of his ear, Buckingham made his way over to the ground, weaving his way through to the front.

He sat himself down on the snow, looking over towards his friend, waiting for her to continue. He knew there probably was a lot she had to discuss, and their current situation must make it harder. He's sure everyone is still exhausted from the hike up, and that others are still adjusting to the altitude difference. His tail wrapped around his paws as his gaze locked on her.