[Any company Enoch's had has since gone their own separate ways. Their own personal missions, not wanting to set foot inside the school...whatever the reason, he's alone again, and he regrets it every step. Deep down, he knows it's silly to pick company over food. It's silly to regret. He needed to come back to the school, get more food. Even if it was frozen and hardly edible, as such, it was still food.

Something catches his eye, though, as he heads south hoping to find his companions again. Something in the snow. A vague shape - living? He picks up his pace, watching the figure resolve warily. Is that fur? Hair? It's hard to see in the snowfall from this distance. Whoever or whatever it is doesn't seem to be moving much, though, so he starts to jog towards it instead, hoping that, if it is a living being, he can save them.]