You had been abandoned by your mother when you were scarcely a baby. Fate dwelled within the dense thicket in the North of Alaska, where you were ruthlessly deserted to fend for your raw body.

It had only been a couple days, and you were already waning; due to hunger and lack of water. Your small, lifeless body laid beneath pudgy arbors, gazing at the leaves. Until the vast shadow of a man's figure covered your eyesight. He delicately scooped up your petite, tot form, cradling you to his chest.

Years later, you were an adolescent; still in his precious, twee care.

He was a carpenter, and had been lingering in the mountains for a call of purpose, to which your young self had conformed.

"I'm going for a hunt," He'd sling a threadbare pouch across his shoulder, a chalk-colored cigarette pressed in between his lips. "Comin'?" He'd ask, his eyes trained on you as you depart from your room in the roomy copse cabin.