The winds were crisp, his breath, as shallow as it was could still be seen for a moment after leaving his lungs. The sun was high in the sky, mid-day.
He watched the never changing landscape and his keen eyes caught movement. He directed his body towards it and was upon the small figure before it could realize it was being tracked.
It tried to cry out but his weapons had already pierced deeply into it's body, the body tensed one long, last arduous time as the icy gaze worked it's way into the tiny bodies eyes.
He recognized the ice cold grip of death in this barren northern place and began his trek back to the resting place.
