The biting wind and snow sweep between heaven and earth, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow where three people tread.
The elderly man walks at the front, leaning on his cane and moving slowly. He is long accustomed to traveling through snowy landscapes, and while he shouldn't be moving this slow, it seems he does so to allow the frail young man behind him to keep up.
Yet the young man appears not so young. Snow has accumulated on his hair, eyelashes, and eyebrows, giving him the semblance of an aged man with white streaks throughout. Coupled with his trembling posture and the peculiar object resting on his nose to shield his eyes, the young man inscrutably evokes a sense of weariness.
The girl seems much more lively, leading the snow deer she acquired with a brisk pace, sometimes quick, sometimes slow, orbiting around the young man before she can't contain her curiosity and asks:
"Great Master, where do you come from?"
