A tall gruff man dressed in fine furs and leather rides along on a monstrous beast in the white barren landscape, other follow along behind him small howling at the thrill of appears to be a hunt. Dark brown eyes look ahead from out under a creased brow, firm with it seemed concentration of the task ahead. Wind ruffles long dark hair, threatening to obscure his vision at time but is kept back by strand of thin leather. Silver pierces line the rim of his ears and long feathers hang from the lobes. Suddenly a rash cry come form one of the men behind him, dark eyes casting to the side he pulled his beast to stop, a firm tug on the leather wrapped around it's neck, he bears a sharp toothed grin at the sight of a small caravan. It was time to get to work. Opening his mouth he let out a almost animalistic growl form his mouth coaxing on more form his men as well as he once again urged his breast forward to surround their new found prey. . .