Squall stared out against the horizon, blinking against the blinding sun. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself back up to his feet and began walking once again. It was much colder tonight than it had been recently, but Squall felt he was getting closer. He didn't want to chance losing him if he went back to the Ragnarok to get some warmer clothes.
Inwardly cursing the rocky terrain that made landing impossible, Squall continued to walk, smirking to himself as he finally stumbled across his prey.
Seifer stood not ten feet away, the sunset causing his golden-blond hair to appear to have pink and orange hues imbued in it.