The bottoms of each boot were carved to make a vaguely hoof-shaped indention on the ground whenever he walked. A bit extravagant but necessary in winter given how distinctive a human’s footprint was. He had wasted a silly amount of time previously covering his tracks in the snow up until now. It wasn’t detailed, and it wasn’t pretty, but it worked. Still, by God that bottom-heavy feeling on his legs was going to take some getting used to. The horns were held to his head by a strap around his crown and another over his scalp to keep them from falling down.