They checked their traps, only finding one rabbit, before they ventured south. Jimmy straggled behind several times and it irritated Moe to have to keep stopping. He loosened the scarf around his lower face and panted heavily in the cold wind. Dark grey clouds in the distance were heading their way and the wind picked up in speed.
"Come on, Jimmy!"
Jimmy squinted his eyes and panted heavily, feeling the back of his throat drying out while the scarf around his mouth grew wet with his hot breath. He yanked the scarf down and tried to shout back but it came out soft, almost strangled, "I'm trying. I'm..." He went back to huffing as he did a half-jog through the snow to catch up to Moe.
Moe grasped him by the shoulder as their foggy breaths intermingled for a brief second before another burst of wind tussled the pocket flaps of their packs. "I think a bad one is coming."
"Come on, Jimmy!"
Jimmy squinted his eyes and panted heavily, feeling the back of his throat drying out while the scarf around his mouth grew wet with his hot breath. He yanked the scarf down and tried to shout back but it came out soft, almost strangled, "I'm trying. I'm..." He went back to huffing as he did a half-jog through the snow to catch up to Moe.
Moe grasped him by the shoulder as their foggy breaths intermingled for a brief second before another burst of wind tussled the pocket flaps of their packs. "I think a bad one is coming."