Another time, another day, Josh would be thrilled that his movie references did not go to waste. Right here and right now however he's busy shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth as scraping nails on wood echo in the shack. They're under partial cover, and ideally still, so when nails pierce the tarp covering the window and rip it away like it was nothing more than cling wrap on a plate of leftovers there's no prey immediately apparent when the facsimile of Joshua cranes his sharp pokey face inside to peer around.

"Y...yeh chhhant hhhhide...f..from mee....!" The last word breaks off into another shriek that rattles the boards. Josh doesn't take the bait the wendigo is laying out. He keeps still and keeps his eyes shut. It isn't until he can hear the creature muttering to itself over the sound of the wind blowing into the shack that Josh heaves an exhale, trembling from head to toe.

"Shit..ffffuuck. Y..you ok?" He looks back at Miles, half whispering and half crying. Stops when Miles points at the speeder. What about i----snow shouldn't affect it since it doesn't run on the ground. Miles? Might just be a genius.

"I..yeah. I can..drive it."