Silver Creek let's kill someone

this title stress me out thank

it was easy. grayson was convinced.

aaron made life seem so hard, so challenging. grayson scoffed. it was easy if you knew who to talk to, where to go, what to do. and grayson did, simple as that. there were roles that you needed to play, and as long as you did your job your life would forever be smooth sailing. and so here he was, in the wilds, ready to do this shit. better than his father ever had, smoother than his father ever had. 

with him he'd brought along his family and some close friends. of course, they could've picked an easier time to come. whatever-- winter was harder, maybe, but grayson was still very convinced that this would go smoothly. 

it was snowing, of course, so the young, striking odolf broke off from the rest of the crew to see if he could scout out anything interesting or helpful. so far, nothing. until he spotted the dark mass moving throughout the territory. the fog was bothersome, grayson would admit, but he allowed for a deep boof to fall from his maw as he waited to be acknowledge. such a presence demanded to be acknowledged. grayson deserved it.