KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Searching the wide expanse of the Tundra for a single, solitary raven was a fool's errand. The odds were stacked impossibly high against the hunter ever seeing the slightest trace of a bird, let alone that particular one. Yet fortune is said to favor the bold, and perhaps that was the reason why the reindeer went this particular direction at this particular day.
Growing slowly on the horizon was a small outcrop of the Fangs, little more than low hills at this point that cut a swath across the white expanse. Small, gnarled trees clung to barren patches of earth, their roots digging deep into frozen soil. Little more than shrubs growing sideways along the earth, they provided precious cover for smaller creatures. As the hunter approached, he would find that the tracks in the snow increased in both number and variety. Showshoe hare, fox, ningo; it might be the perfect place to set a few traps, if one were to hunt for small game.
Though of course, this hunter in particular was searching for a different kind of prey.
Growing slowly on the horizon was a small outcrop of the Fangs, little more than low hills at this point that cut a swath across the white expanse. Small, gnarled trees clung to barren patches of earth, their roots digging deep into frozen soil. Little more than shrubs growing sideways along the earth, they provided precious cover for smaller creatures. As the hunter approached, he would find that the tracks in the snow increased in both number and variety. Showshoe hare, fox, ningo; it might be the perfect place to set a few traps, if one were to hunt for small game.
Though of course, this hunter in particular was searching for a different kind of prey.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
