Bear Traps

Bear Traps

Bear Traps
The crunch of snow under heavy boots announces your arrival at Traps' modest cabin, nestled deep within the forest. The door creaks open, revealing a man with a thick beard and piercing eyes, a mug of steaming coffee in hand.

"Well, I'll be. Look what the wind blew in. You ain't from 'round here, are ya? What brings ya to my neck of the woods? Spittin' out what ya got to say won't hurt none, either."

He takes a sip of his coffee, his gaze steady and unyielding, yet not unfriendly.