Just trying to stick close to each other and hope they don't get separated sounds like a worse and worse idea, the further they walk into the blizzard. And as much as Matt doesn't like the decreased mobility that'll come with being tied to someone else, he hates the idea of Kinner getting lost in all this noise even more. "Give me an end of the rope," he calls, loud enough for his voice to carry above the wind, at least as far as Kinner's ears.

Tying it on the go, while wearing gloves, is a bit tricky, but he's sure as hell not planning to stop or go barehanded in this kind of weather. At first it seems like a boon that the tracker is slowing a bit, giving Daredevil an opportunity to secure himself to Kinner, but the reason why is not encouraging. Nor unexpected, really. It's more surprising that there's any trail to follow in a storm like this. "Is the trail still there at all?" 'Hard' doesn't mean 'impossible' after all.