[[Accepted! Also, sorry about not updating this or anything. I've had a pretty rough go of it for the past few days.]]
A bitter wind tore across the Siberian landscape, whipping up leaves and dead vegetation. Numerous trails of hoofprints crossed between two small cabins, one's door slightly ajar. It was in this cabin that one would find a man of about twenty-two, with dark hair, sitting on a bed, jacket wrapped tight around him. He stared at the tiny puffs of air as they rose and dissipated before his very eyes.
God, it was freezing.
After a few moments of staring at the door, Alex shoved himself off the bed, his hiking boots tapping against the floor. Night was going to be closing in quickly, and it was highly likely that it would get even colder than it was now. Wrapping his jacket more tightly around him, he stepped from the cabin, feet sinking into the three or so inches of snow on the ground.
"Anyone want to come help me search for some wood?" He asked, glancing around. "It'd be pretty wise to get a fire going, seeing as I expect the temperature to dip well below freezing once dark comes." Turning, he grabbed the old, rusty axe that was propped up against the building, resting it on his shoulder. "If any of you can find anything dry- leaves, sticks, twigs, anything of the sort-, put it in the ring." After standing there for a few more moments, he nodded, walking off into the trees.
