Claine was about ready to turn back to his village. However, he suddenly heard the snow crunching, indicating another presence. The snowy landscape lacked any trees for whoever or whatever it was to be able to hide. But, due to the growing blizzard as the sun set, it was difficult for Claine to distinguish what was in the distance.

Remaining as quiet as he could, Claine began to slowly approach the figure, his crossbow in hand at the ready..