Shinonome was fiddling with the sleeves of his new clothes again.
The cloth was snug against his skin, which was unfamiliar to him after years of large sleeves with lots of space. He had to admit that these clothes, which were very similar to Nina’s own, were much warmer than the ones that he had been forced to get rid of now that they were approaching Nohrian territory.
With the land being much harder to live off of and abandoned (although Shinonome was holding out hope that they could find SOME survivors of the massacre that his people had started after the war), it would be much harder for Hoshidan forces to follow them. Nina had survival skills from her time in her homeland, while the Hoshidans did not. He was NOT looking forward to how bad the climate was going to be, seeing that he was already disliking it while they had only just crossed over the Bottomless Canyon into Nohrian territory.
Continuing to tug on the ends of his sleeves, occasionally switching to twist the ring on his left hand, grey hues scanned the area one could see out of the window of the abandoned building they had chosen as a shelter for the night. It had a fireplace, some imperishables, and a roof, so it was something. However, if there were any signs of their pursuers outside, they would have to run, and that was what Shinonome was keeping watch for while Nina slept.