The grazing snow burned hands and the long dark trees carried it's path to a open fit of land, into the bellowing night you had been on the move perhaps in the look for escape or perhaps in the hopes of finding someone needless to say, your steps echoed through the cold lands treading carefully you wander upon bits of red trailing the area you now stood, following it you found a man his hand at his side his eyes met yours a soft breath leaving him and a look of defense sprung about him "Not a step closer." He said in a gruff voice he wore leather armor covered with a dark fur cloak his face had a scar to it's side his brown eyes staring you down