[RE] Turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

Ronin stood, torn in the snowy fields, his hands buried in his pockets and the collar of his coat turned up. He had heard the individual shouting in the Sanctuary and had already been on his way out, so it didn't take long for him to get to the Fields. The red was a garish glow against the white, dotted here and there with droplets of blood too, now. He winced as he watched the Luxere try to rid itself of its troublesome antlers, sighing but knowing better than to interfere. The last thing he wanted to do was draw the creature's ire when it was so desperate. Nevertheless, he would stay and he would watch for a while, making sure that no other predators came to claim it after scenting the blood. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.