[SierraHigh]

"If you say so." Baird shrugged. Everyone had their own tastes he supposed, but coupled with the cold and snow and the people in town who hunted him, Baird didn't think he'd be sticking around for as long as Hal seemed to have. He narrowed his eyes at the griffin and tipped his head. "I'll just toss my jacket to the side," he said carefully. Baird removed his jacket and few layers of clothes until he was down to a simple shirt and pants, his other clothes tossed messily to the side. He'd removed his backpack too, and with everything not bearing him down, Baird was fairly small; he was the smallest of the hunters but managed to make himself appear bulky through all his equipment he was forced to wear. Baird clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I know what you're doing," he hummed, "so..."