The night came faster and faster, the melody from the cabin dancing off the untouched snow as more fell to the ground below, layering atop the last.

A young boy from the village sat at the table, skinning a rabbit's hide. He couldn't have been more than thirteen years old with a voice that had yet to deepen. He growled trying to force the dulled blade between the skin and the muscle of the rabbit's hunch, but considering the rabbit had more muscle than he did it was proving to be a challenge. He blinked scratching his brown hair that was scraggly and oiled down by dirt, sweat and time. His face was probably his strongest feature. Pure blue eyes stared down at the meat, analyzing the best way to get the most leverage. Just below them was a prominent nose, thin lips and a square chin... all of which made him appear older than his age and looked out of place on his thin body.

Several hours and a skinned rabbit later, there was a muffled knock on the door.