Silver Creek let's kill someone

@Grayson

there were worse things in the world to be doing than hanging under the stony protrusion of a granite shelf, watching as snow fell mutely and calmly down from a strangely grey sky. iliksis had seen that soft-white light before - it was an omen of a storm of unusual endurance, which meant for the next several hours he would likely be trapped in the location he had elected to rest in.

like i said, things could be worse.

with a catlike prowl he inched to the northern edge of the rim, stretching out in a way that seemed more panthera than canid. his yellow eyes were cast somewhere in that nebulous fog, where he thought he might have heard the tread of something approaching.