It's not wise to be out in the wilderness at such a time.
The night will fall quickly like a thick jet curtain, and with it, shall come the cold.
For now the winds are still, the forest is silent and the plains are empty once again.
As the freezing air burns his lungs the hunter gathers his late catch, tying it firmly to his mount's tack and makes a fleeting journey back the way he had wondered, in hope of beating the sky before it turns it's brooding black.
A warm fire awaits, his beautiful wife will have the stove simmering and his boisterous cubs will be eager to see him. The kill was a good one, the venison shall feed them nicely for at least the latter half of this bitter season.
But there is no time to celebrate, he can feel the frost biting upon his back.
Kicking hard, he heads for home.
Well, This was a hard one, and took a long time to do, about 3 days.
Defiantly my longest PS piece yet.
But, I am happy to day I did my first ever stream with this one, and really enjoyed it.
I hope you like this!