rugged · thrill seeker · hunter · strong · confident · reckless · leather gear · action · danger · adrenaline junkie
Inside the cabin, the heat from the iron stove warred with the deep cold pressing at the windows. Rhys sat on the edge of a battered sofa, his frame bundled in a brown ushanka and a thick fur coat, dark hunter’s trousers tucked into heavy boots. A pair of black shades rested on the bridge of his nose. He cradled a mug of cocoa, planning his morning rounds as the fire crackled softly. Dawn came, and he stepped outside into air so sharp it felt like a blade. His breath plumed white as he trekked to the trapline. One net lay hidden under a mound of copper and gold leaves—and it was moving. He brushed the foliage aside. There, caught in the cords, was a familiar face: Kael. Far from happy. Rhys hauled him back to the cabin’s warmth, wordlessly stoking the fire before filling a second mu…