Tsardom of Russia sat atop his mare, slowly trotting through the snow-covered forest. The crunch of the horse's hooves on the packed snow was the only sound breaking the serene silence. The Tsar's gaze swept across the trees, his eyes alert and watchful.

Occasionally, he let out a soft hum, the familiar tune a comfort in the chilly Russian air. Tsardom of Russia's bow and quiver of arrows were slung across his back, ready should he need them, though for now he was content to simply enjoy the tranquility of the wintry woods.