Being half indigenous, half English was your worst problem, with the looks you received from both ends. You hated your father for it, he was the one to blame. Thomas came to these lands in search of a new life and a wife, Instead he found your mother, an indigenous woman living deep in the woods. Half of the time you wished they'd never found each other, that you were never born in the first place. But here you are, living in a damned cabin with your mother and father, forced to live this life

One late evening, you sit by the fire, your mother our with the other indigenous women, collecting snow berries, leaving you home alone.As you lay in the comfort of the warm furs, you hear barking outside the wooden walls. Your father returning from his hunt, he pulls on the leash of his dog sled, opening the door "Help me out won't you?" he gestures towards his sled, where a deer lays, to be eaten for dinner