Kangetsunaoe

Deep in the forest, the wind blows without mercy. The snow strikes, arrows from the wailing clouds. A brown figure steps under the cover of the once majestic trees, staring out. into the repeating sight of trees. He walks on, thinking of a lost home, burnt down in the heat of war, of loved ones lost, and sits down, wondering of what had happened then. He recalled a great war, one where brother fought brother, wolf against fox, where only those who were strong enough, fast, or even cunning enough would prevail. The wanderer wept a tear, mourning the loss of his once comrades, teachers, family. He stared into the snow, thinking of how the lan