Ah, I see- he takes after his owner. [The corners of his eyes slyly tilt up.] In that case, we should be alright if we all stick together.

[With that said, the four begin their walk down the forest path together, sun setting ever more, their surroundings darkening to the point far-off branches resemble pitch-black shadows cast against the dimming sky.]

[Winston moves with Venkman as a single unit, holds tightly onto him as he looks around, taking in the tranquil beauty of the environment around them. ...quickly developing the habit of looking over his shoulder to make sure neither of Venkman's dogs get lost around the bend when they turn a corner. Of course, it's harder to keep sight of them in the dark- so ultimately he winds up relying more on his ears to keep track of them as the afternoon progresses further into night.]

[And as the night falls, his shoulders start trembling, shaking the arm he's kept slung around Venkman- his flesh becoming notably icy and his hairs standing on end. Winston gives a sheepish look as a particularly severe shiver jostles Peter a bit.]

...sorry, just a little chillier out tonight than I thought it'd be. [It's not like he's exactly dressed for the cold, either.]