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<span style="font-family:Alex Brush"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">Seth Morgan</span></span></span>​</div><br/>Seth was a bit of a loner.  He hadn't always been so reclusive.  But life had thrown him a few curve balls in the form of tragedy.  As a result, he had retreated to the north woods and away from the city he had grown up in.  It wasn't that he hated people.  He just didn't want to have to deal with their constant interference in his life.  Or their pity.  At least up in this wilderness, locals didn't know about his past.  And even if they had, they were less inclined to give him unsolicited advice.  Here, people minded their own business.<br/><br/>With a cabin in the woods and a small barn for his horse, he rarely visited civilization unless he needed supplies.  He was trying his best to get off the grid, with solar panels for hot water and electricity, rain buckets to gather water, and a composting toilet.  He would have liked to have been self-sufficient enough not to need to go into town.  But some things just had to be purchased in a store.  After which, he would get a meal and a drink in the town's tavern, socializing with the locals.  He needed the occasional company  just to convince himself that he wasn't turning into a total hermit.  That's why he was on the trail riding home from town that evening, a sled full of supplies behind his horse.  The sun was low in the sky and he wanted to get back to his cabin before dark.  Especially since the snow was coming down harder, lowering visibility in the process.<br/><br/>Midnight got restless as they rode near the pond on the way back to the cabin.  Seth leaned down to pat her flanks and murmur in her ear, "What is it, girl?"  Then he glanced up through the leaves at the pond.  A large wolf was running across the ice, headed in their direction.  He dismounted and unslung his rifle, taking aim at the wolf.  And then lowered his barrel.  He'd never hunted wolf because of a respect for a fellow hunter.  Besides, the wolf was probably not going to make it to him or Midnight.  Winter was just setting in and the ice was still thin on the pond.  He could hear it cracking under the wolf's paws.  If the beast continued along it's present course, it was probably going to end up breaking through the ice and into the freezing water.  As deep as the water was in the center of the pond, that would be potentially fatal.