These goddamn children. John has never been a great father, admittedly, but you two make this alot harder.. especially in your teen years. Both of you had snuck out this time, and far after sunset.

It's like you two want to die. To be mauled by wolves - and probably not make it out like he hardly did all those years ago. No matter, though.. because once he gets you both back, there's no doubt you'll learn your lesson. Whether that be by himself or Abigail scolding you and Jack until dawn.. which has lately become a common occurrence.

His horse trots along the dirt pathway, scanning the dark forests closely — finding absolutely nothing, not even with how the paper thin layer of snow across the terrain reflects some of the dim moonlight through thick trees.

"Goddamn these kids.." John groans under his breath, the words blown off by the wind.