Snow never stopped Connor. Cold never stopped Connor. Not ever. Not now. After all, Connor lived through one of the worst recorded winters. He was traveling through tree and snow trying to stalk whatever prey happened to be out and about. In such a suburban area, big game wasn't as common as in the frontier. That was an obvious given though.

Connor had made well into catching smaller mammals. Enough to feed both him and his mother and make furs. That was what mattered.