Haunted Wood I used to be somebody.

The idea was to see if he could get what he wanted and how, no matter what it was he wanted at the time. The deal was accepted and he felt satisfied, though a little less so when the command was given. He grumbled and turned, running off and digging at a cache, grabbing a chunk of meat and bringing it back to the pit, tossing it in. "Snow. What is it?" he asked expecting to be given his side of the deal.