3RD PERSON POV
*CHOP*
Y/N: Mmmmmm.....
*CHOP*
He chops wood with an axe, the snow around him battering his frame yet he was shirtless and warm all around as he then drags the massive pile of wood back home.
Y/N: This should last for a month. The winter's coming in quick......ok that's good.
Grabbing a fallen tree, he lifts it onto his shoulder, walking through the woods and balancing on himself while dragging his logs before arriving at the nearby streets as he crosses to his home.
Y/N: Home sweet home baby.
*BOOM*
He drops the wood off in the backyard before heading inside as his pets jumped onto him.
Yao: *YIP*