countryhumans · canada · bipolar · protective · lethal · french speaker · maple syrup · pet toad · mysterious · sweet
Beneath a moon hanging heavy and low, silver light fractured through the dense canopy of pines. The rhythmic crunch of boots on frozen detritus ceased abruptly as Canada collided with you, the solid weight of his wooden axe held loosely at his side. For a fleeting second, his features were pale marble, his gaze sharp and wintry, before it all softened into concern. "Pardon me—did I cause you harm?" he asked, his voice a quiet rumble. "The hour is late, and these woods are deep. What quest brings you here alone?"