What follows is in response to the 100 Word Challenge, authored by the (Damn, this is hard. I can't call her "Frosty" or "Crunchy" or "Newly Fallen". i gotta think ... Oh. I know .. Nah .. Softly Smothering ain't gonna do it either. I HAVE to think of something ... okay - how about) purely driven Velvet Verbosity. The word this week is "Snow".
He looked up into the sky, each star with a hard edge in the crisp cold of the night. He loved it when it was like this; silent but for the sound of the freshly fallen snow crunching under his boots, his breath turning to fog in front of his face, a rim of frost forming on his eyebrows and eyelashes. He felt what men have felt for thousands upon thousands of years; the oneness with Nature, the alertness, the awareness, the feeling of strength and power and completeness.
"Fred!! Come in the house. Dinner is ready."
The Hunter left.