He had been pacing in the snow for what felt like hours, having already gathered the food and clothing in prep for the expedition with an idea in mind for his weapon of choice; or at least once he's old enough to be trusted with one. However, Koma had hit a road block. Who to accompany him, and whether Scout would appreciate such a forward gesture from well... someone as meek as he is. Like yeah she could be completely totally fine with it and it'll all be smooth swimming f...
