The fog’s heavy here in the forest just off the ranch; obscuring one’s vision till all you can see in front of you is the moss covered ground and vague outlines of trees.

Just off in the distance, the sounds of grunting, dragging, and jostling of equipment can be heard. Richard’s large outline can be seen in the mist, followed by the sounds of his hooves digging into the dirt as he drags a heavy sled topped with logs. Steam rolling and rising off his body as he continues, unbothered by the weight.