The winds howl through huge oak trees making them move, almost in a swaying way. In the dark night the snow falling onto the trees makes it heavy for the trees to withstand. The snow all around falls to the ground piling up onto the ground.

A little shimming light appears in the far distance in the waving trees. A tall man walks in the distance with a heavy sack on his back. His footsteps sink into the snow with each step leaving behind footprints. The man is wearing heavy clothes with a fur cloak in black. His face covered up deterring the ongoing pelting of snow. With each breath he takes it becomes slower and harder for him to breathe.

The eerie winds start to pick up more and more with the snow wrapping the man like a blanket. With nothing but a lantern to guide his path he treads carefully. At this point the man can't see anything in front of him due to the dark and lonesome night. He suddenly unwraps a cloth that covers his ears revealing some of his hair and head.

A gust of wind suddenly blows out his lantern. The man kneels down in the snow. Camly, he reaches into his sack to pull out two stones. With each strike he makes, a spark is made, lighting him up and the surrounding area a little bit. Finally the spark lights the candle in front of him. Holding the lantern in a way so the wind doesn't get to it again he stands up again.

Crunch… 

The sound of a person stepping into the snow arises in front of him. He shines the light in front of him and sees nothing but a footprint in an odd shape, formed into the snow. 

While looking around everything goes silent the winds seem to go quiet. The man looks in the surrounding trees.

"Come on out", the man says in a stern tone.

The silence becomes too loud, but nothing, no answer. He cautiously starts back on the path again.

The wind picks up again even harder from before. From his light in the distance he sees something, a little fur tail, he sneaks closer to investigate. The man blows out the light, and suddenly everything goes quiet and dark again.

 A deer looks behind itself, shaking its ear and tail. Behind a tree sits the man quietly and patiently waiting for it to turn away from him. The deer eventually turns and starts to walk off into the snowy darkness. 

The man reaches to his back, behind his sack and pulls out a bow. Slowly he pulls out an arrow and rests it on the shelf of the bow. He slowly creaks the arrow back trying to not make a sound. More and more the arrow is drawn back. Waiting for the wind to die down to take the shot he is motionless. He resembles a tree that has never been moved or touched by mankind. A still and emotionless being. 

Thump!

Snow falls from the high tops of the tree to the ground. The deer quickly turns around in spite of the sound and sees the tall pitch black figure behind it and dashes off into the darkness. 

The man rushes after the deer swiftly, almost as fast as the wind. Dashing after the derr he breaks branches and bushes in his way. He then sees the deer galloping in the snow, without hesitation He draws his bow while looking upon it.

Wham!

The man runs face first into a tree. He falls to the ground and gets back up quickly with snow from the tree falling on him, splashing his head. He then sets off again into the dark. 

Looking around it seems the man loses track of the deer, he looks to the ground at the tracks that deer left behind. He follows the tracks and pulls out a knife from his wrist that shimmers in the snow. A fine metal it is made of, with engravings that cover the entirety of the blade. 

He looks down and notices that suddenly the tracks stop in place. Looking around for clues he sees nothing. With no hope he puts his knife away and gives up finding the deer. He strikes the rocks again, lighting up the lantern he holds.

Plop…plop…plop

The man turns around to the sound of droplets smacking the snow. He draws closer to the sound and sees red droplets piling up sporadically near the trunk of a tree.

He looks closer to investigate.

Plop…

A red drop smudges his face.

The man wipes it off and looks at his finger and notices blood. His eyes ponder slowly up the tree and he notices more and more blood smearing the side of the tree. His eyes darted to the higher part of the tree.

A pair of big glowing red eyes appear in the trees looking down at him from above.

The man turns to his side where his lantern sits to light it up. From the light he emits he sees staring at him is an owl covered in blood with a deer hanging from its beak.

The owl sits quietly on the branch high up with the deer's neck pinched from its beak. The owl is fluffy with brown and black patterned feathers. Its face is covered with flesh from the deer with high feathers on top of his head that gives the owl more height. The owl then swings the deer over and drapes the deer on the branch it sits on, weighing the branch down even more.

The owl hoots and begins to groom itself with plucking feathers from its body. The man stares at the owl and gives a big sigh and starts to talk to the owl.

"Seriously…Ya know, I was tracking him down first" the man says to the owl

The owl stares at the man blankly. 

"I got a kid to feed. I hope you know he is going to be unhappy when he hears that I missed an opportunity to get some food," Says the man.

The man then turns his body away from the owl and begins to walk away from the tree, he smirks and gives a big grin.The owl starts digging into the deer and taking pieces of it off and eating it. But his gluttonous feeding soon ends with the man speaking to him. 

"Well, I'm not too mad. That was just a tiny one,"says the man sarcastically.

The owl stops eating for a moment and turns to him with a piece of flesh still in its mouth; he gulps down the meat and squints at the man. The man starts to laugh and walks away from the tree.

"Welp, i'll see you later I guess," he laughs.

The man starts to head off down the path he came from. The winds start to slow down and the snowfall lessens. He look around and up toward the sky trying to get a glimpse of the stars in the sky through the dense and fast moving clouds. 

Whack!

The man groans underneath the dead deer that has landed on top of him. The man pushed into the snow slowly starts to move the deer out of his way eventually throwing it out off of his body. Still being sunken in a pit of snow he stares to the sky and sees the owl circling him from above. The owl squeals and flys away into the night echoing its call from afar.

The man then gets up slowly while stretching and cracking his back.

"Well I got dinner now", he chuckles.

He chuckles more and then throws the dead deer on his shoulders and starts back down the path in which he came from with his tracks almost covered up due to the snow. Further and further from the man the land stretches all around him this place he lives is a cold hell. Trees cover all the land he sets his foot upon with a great mountain in the back which doesn't have a top due a dark swirling cloud high above. The icy island rests in a quiet part of the world with not even having fish or whales come to say "Hi".