Lethren was raised in the wilds learning to track animals, to trap them, clean them and sell furs in local towns and cities for payment in coin. She awoke on a bleak winter’s morning to find that her uncle was not in his cot snoring as usual. She crawled out of the top cot and dressed in her fur clothing that she had made herself and put her snow shoes on heading out to find out what mischief her uncle was into.  Lethren decided to make her rounds on the traps thinking maybe that is what he was up to, doing her job. She took great pride in her work always trapping the animals in winter just so the fur would not be penetrated; fur always sold better when it was not flawed. As she arrived to the first trap she saw signs of a struggle and there was blood everywhere but the animal in the trap had not been touched. Where did the blood come from? She began to look for signs of a trail but it ended as soon as it started. Where could her uncle be; if he was hurt wouldn’t she have found a trail leading to him? It was as if he disappeared into thin air; there simply wasn’t anything there but blood.

Lethren waited for three nights before she left for the closest town to look for her uncle; she even checked with some old military friends but no one knew where her uncle could be. Only that some of his shadier comrades had been around lately. She is now dedicated to the search of her uncle or for vengeance of his untimely death?  Only time will tell…