Dawnlark Plains Hungry, hungry

Between the peak and the glacier, the shadow of a wolf passed swiftly through. Winter was not so harsh here; the grass was not yet laden with snow, leaving ample grazing for herds such as the one he followed now.

It was a simple accident that startled them, a clumsy misstep from a hungry man. In truth, he had not noticed the woman - she blended in well with the landscape - and it was not until she spoke that Randolf was able to locate her figure among the white.

He could have decided to stay put, but a shared annoyance at the loss of their quarry drew him from the trees. "The deer live to see another day," he greeted her with a cool stare, rather unperturbed by her threat.