It was a chilly day--not the sort of day JW liked. Or that's what he liked to loudly proclaim to Krem in hopes he'd weasel the soldier out of his jacket so that he could wear it. But here he was out and about. Alone. Just at the far edge of the public park where the trimmed grass and winding paths met sheer woods. A little nature trail started off down the way but he wasn't even facing that direction.

Snow peppered the ground and wind pulled at his coat as he glanced around to make sure no one was watching. His shit eyesight betrayed him as he turned, antlers catching on low branches, and crept into the forest.

He didn't go very far but he walked through the tangled brush as though he knew exactly where he was going. Anyone following him would have a clear sight of him in the well-lit, snaggly woods. Suddenly he turned, stepped behind a tree, and disappeared. Skinny as he was, this was not a tree that should have been able to hide him.

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