Nighttime darkened the forest, with the snow reflecting the moonlight. Nothing made a sound. For about five minutes.

"Horo Horo, if you throw another marshmallow at me, I swear I'll stab my gwan dao into you and roast you in this fire!" Ren screamed as he pointed said weapon at Horo Horo's face. The rest of the group sat around the campfire, watching the ensuing drama.

"Ren, I didn't throw it...Chocolove did!" Horo Horo pointed out.

Chocolove turned around quickly with a "what the hell" look on his face.

"Did you throw this at me!" Ren screamed as he held the fatal marshmallow in his hand.

"No! It was Horo Horo."

"Liar!"

"It's because I'm black, isn't it?"

"No! It's just-"

"I knew it! You're racist!"

"I'm not RACIST."

"Yes you are!"

"Shut up! Am not!"

"Don't tell me to shut up!" Chocolove screamed as he Oversouled with Mic.

Ren took this as a challenge to fight.

While Chocolove and Ren were beating each other up, Yoh and Manta were looking at a map.

"We've gotten far since yesterday." Yoh said.

"But who knows if we're anywhere close to Patch Village." Manta frowned.

"I think we'll get there soon. It'll all work out." Yoh smiled.

Suddenly, snow started to drift down slowly. The group instinctively went back into their makeshift tents, since a snowstorm at night wasn't the best thing to sit through. Yoh laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. He turned to look at Anna, who "convinced" him to share the tent with her rather than Manta. She was sitting up, staring into space.

"Yoh, do you feel that?" she said in a serious tone. From the look on her face, she was not kidding at all.

"Sort of." Yoh said while trying to sleep.

"Something out here is angry or vengeful."

Yoh nodded in agreement.

"I suggest we make our stay as short as possible."

"So does that mean we have to leave now?" Yoh whined within his blankets.

Anna glared.

"I guess so. I'll get everyone up..."

Just then, a blast of icy wind blew in front of Yoh as he opened the tent. However, the atmosphere felt colder than the wind itself. A deep, yet faint howl echoed, mixed in the sound of the wind. But as quickly as it came, it stopped. Yoh frowned slightly, and went back into the tent.

"I think it left." Yoh said.

"I sure hope so." Anna growled, "Go find out."

For the rest of the night, Yoh wandered around the site, and found nothing, except some white dog-looking hairs.