Winter.

“…”

Silence. Silence incarnate. Not a word.

There came a militaristic, martial man of black and scarred wolven descent, illimitably tenebrous.

He had one piercing, emerald eye as the other was gouged and hidden under his lieutenant hat’s shadow in curtains hues alongside his scarred characteristics under a formal uniform for Slavic-esc leaders.

The wolf-man’s hands remained abaft according to his back as he trekked the snowy antithesis side of this country, the wolf-man staying firm.