Coureur Des Bois

They must’ve still been three clicks from the fort when the horse stumbled, and fell, crashing to the ground and catapulting Owl and Raccoon out of the cart, the both of them landing in small copse of scrub pines.

Raccoon came to just as the snowstorm really started bearing down on them.

His left leg somehow both numb and screaming with pain. He found Owl, knocked out but alive, so he sat him against a fallen trunk and crawled towards where he figured the cart might be.

Beyond the skinny trees, the world was a wall of white and wind.

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