InhailedAssassin

Birds chirped in song as the sun rose over a quiet forest. A lone man rode through the early morning mist, his breath clouding in front of him before dissipating into the air. A lone hawk circled over him as his horse loped lazily toward a small clearing. The mans matted, medium length dark brown hair hung in his face as he looked over the side of the grey spotted mare, his golden eyes studying the frozen ground for tracks. The hawk shrieked, its mighty cry echoing off the mountains. Ice formed on the whiskers beneath his chin and the tips of the exposed braids of his hair, making him shudder and pull his cloak closer. "Blasted British seaso