Koreshian Skull Splitter returned outside to his horse and found that indeed the one he had knocked on the head had been removed.  He gathered his mount's reigns and went to the barn through the lessening storm.  Inside he unsaddled and tended his horse and then grabbed several rolls of furs and made his way to the loft.  There he wrapped himself in the furs and burrowed into the hay and let a light sleep take him.  One born to violence though always had an ear open for danger and never slept soundly.  Sometime during the night the weather indeed broke and the massive man was up way before the sun.  He gathered his gear and saddled his horse before mounting and pulling the bear head hood over his ears.<br/><br/>He then gave the the horse's flanks a gentle touch of heels and set it to walking to the front of the main building. There he waited already mounted and ready to go. He pulled a piece of jerky from his pouch and munched it as a cold breakfast and chased it with a sip of ice cold water.  Then he waited his companions of convenience his mounted and massive outline displayed against the horizon as the sun made its appearance.  The day was frigid and clear and both the man and the horse breathed steaming breath into the early morning dawn.