Permafrost Hollows 弱い人

ghost of ice and ash moves silent between snowdrifts, head low. he is here not to hunt, but to observe the herd as they graze. the calves as they toddle at their mother's feet. he knows, also, that a stranger hunts here. not one of faust's men. news he will deliver once he is sure of the hunter's intent.

for now, the boy watches and waits with taut muscle. he will not interrupt this hunt, nor spoil it with his feeble efforts. he is far more interested in the dark, looming shape to his right.