[b]ROSSKAYA, The Tundra 8:02am[/b] [i]Light makes his way to where the butcher said, to the edge of the woods near his shop. His bow is ready in his hands, arrow loosely knocked, eyes scanning the ground for tracks. "C'mon..... I need this money....", he whispers, continuing his sluggish pace as he looks. After a few more minutes, he spots it: wolf tracks. His excitement starts to surface, but he suppresses it. "Overconfidence equals death...", he said, quoting from his father's notes. Bow at the ready, he follows the tracks into the woods...[/i] ((OPEN for primarily narration, but others too. Just don't interfere, I NEED this.))