It was freezing up here-- though that was no surprise. It never stopped snowing in the mountains, the Grizzlies constantly covered in snow even in the warm seasons. Which is why it made so much sense for Flaco to hide up here. To 'retire' as some would put it. He was only in his 40's, but in a time like this and a profession like his-- that was considered almost immortal.

He was busy whittling away at a block of birch wood. A hobby he only picked up after holing up in this decrepit cabin.