Bakura himself was bundled up in far more brightly colored snow gear, having found a teal coloured down filled skiing jacket that puffed around him and the sweater he had on under it to give the illusion of him having a healthy weight. The dusk red scarf that just avoided clashing with the faded teal flapped in the wind as he tried to keep his hair from whipping him further. He hadn't bothered with a hat, not figuring he'd find one that would go over the mass of white hair, opting instead to just use the hood of his jacket, but now he was starting to regret it as the hood did little to hold back the mass of hair the wind kept teasing out into the cold.

He glanced back over at the snowmobile and the faux yeti swearing at it. " Let's just walk it, it's been too long already," he half sighed, shifting a little to try and hold in his heat better. Stupid stubborn Ring Spirit... they could have been half way there by now!