Evening Star [snow-ashes-and-sand]
Thanks to Skyrim’s winters, this was not a time of year to go hunting. Haaki wasn’t entirely sure why he was out at all. The day was sharp, the air bitter but clear, and not even his old Stormcloak scarf, wrapped tightly around his neck, could protect him from the touch of frost on the wind. His dogs were keeping close to his legs for warmth. It was peaceful, anyway. That was what he needed.
Peaceful until he noticed another figure trudging closer. Haaki’s breath clouded as he sighed, but he raised an arm and called,
‘Hail, friend.’











