[b][i]Winter's Grasp[/i][/b] [b]Yukon, Canada[/b] [i]The white powder had settled over the landscape, changing it, sending the greenery away until spring. Husks of trees and brush poked out of the snow, their bare limbs to the sky, aside from the conifers, whose needles gleamed with a coat of frozen frosting. From beneath the trees, in the shadows, skulked a figure known all too well in the Great White North. His head hung low, for he feared not even death. His right eye was blind, noting but a glazed white circle, and three deep scars across it. His fur was a dusky silver and black, his body muscular and strong. His pack had cast him out, an outlaw, for murdering a hunt partner who failed to catch a young elk. His scars were earned from his fight with the alpha, whom he had killed. Few dared to stand in his way, and the mere mention of the name Buck was enough to send most the other way. Even humans avoided his land. Rumor had it that he had been shot once, in the right shoulder, and survived, attacking and brutally mauling the man who shot him. Without his pack, he seemed weak, but without fear, he was strong. [/i]