Wu Kuai tramped through the deepening snow, part of his attention focused on the Tao of the strengthened body, and maintaining the flow of chi that cloaked him and kept the worst of the cold at bay, while he kept an eye out for anything that looked like shelter, or better yet, civilization. Just because he could endure the elements, it didn't mean he enjoyed being out in the worst of them.<br/><br/>"Useless road." he muttered. "Mangy bear." He continued tramping through the snow. "What was a bear doing out in all this anyway?" He looked at the remains of the bear that he was dragging along behind him on a small, hastily built and exceptionally rough, sled. The fur would make a good cloak and the cuts of meat, while not exactly the worlds finest, would still sit well in his stomach. "Bears sleep all winter." he scolded the carcass behind him. "Stupid bear."<br/><br/>He couldn't even claim it had been a mighty victory. The bear had jumped out at him from roadside bushes and the two had fallen, rolled and skidded down the ravine slope that the road had run alongside. When he managed to recover his wits, he'd found the bear about a stones throw away, flattened against a boulder, it's neck broken in the fall.<br/><br/>"Stupid bear." he said again, then paused as an errant breeze carried the scent of wood smoke to him.<br/><br/>"Smoke." he murmured. "Either a camp, a village, or the forest is going to burn down." He looked at the snow, then grinned. "No burning forests today, but hopefully warmth and shelter."<br/><br/>He turned into the wind and strode forwards, his pace picking up at the thought of what might lie ahead.