The sound of Jean returning his call was one of the sweetest Locke could remember hearing in quite a long while but the combination of the cold and the snow helped him to remember to not fully celebrate until both of the Bastards were back in the warmth of the church. Cupping his hands back around his mouth, he answered the call - but only so that Jean wouldn't have any trouble finding his way back to him. "Why don't you trudge your fat and ugly self over here so I can make sure it's really you!"
Following the direction of the bellowing, he breached the outermost circle of trees and began to walk through the deep snow in the direction of the sound of Jean's voice - but he stopped cold and cocked his head as soon as the strange frantic bellowing reached him. His brow furrowing in confusion, Locke barely had time to murmur Jean's name before he spotted the other barreling in his direction at top speed, but that wasn't what caused the sudden cold fear to grip him - no, that honor belonged to the small group of humanoid beasts which appeared to be chasing at Jean's heels.
"Oh, you always did know how to attract a crowd," he muttered under his breath. Locke waited only until Jean was about even to start running with him but he figured that outrunning the monsters wasn't their best bet "How would you feel about a bit of climbing?"