It was that time of the year, snow spreading across the grassy ground. Snow fell around the area during winter. In a forest near Alastor's wooden home, he sat in the snow against a large tree with snow on its branches. He wore 30s, hunting gear, he held his gun as he sat.. He rose up to his feet to start heading to his home. He flipped the safety switch mechanism to his hunting rifle. Then, started to head home. The sounds of fresh snow being crushed was echoing through his ears.