Kris Riot is a man forced into living in the wilderness of Alaska. He gets more than he bargained for when he saves a stranger from death. Litte was he prepared for the troubles that soon followed.

Cold Hunts

The forest surrounding Kris's house is unusually silent with the occasional bang of an ax against a black spruce tree. He was using the very same ax he started his life with. With each swing, he digs deeper and deeper into the wood. The sound echoing throughout the forest. Kris was about to take one more swing but stopped just before. 


I heard the sound of snow crushing. If the forest wasn't as quiet as it was I wouldn't have heard it. There was something behind and me... and I can tell it's watching. Slowly, I lowered my axe however still keeping a firm grip, and turned my head to see who or what was watching me. There it stood. A man, with black wolf ears and a tail. He was about a head taller than me and unusually pale skin. One eye had an eye patch while the other was a light silver. He had a ring on a chain around his neck. 


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