Quincy enjoys sculpting ice into statues of things that hold meaning to him. Around his mountainous home many different statues stand, a mixture of animals and Viscets alike. His furs, collected from the beasts he hunts, keep his limbs warm from the icy shards that fling away from the statue as it's carved and the bitter cold of his general lifestyle.
Quincy stood before the statue of the bear, freshly carved from a large block of ice he had earlier collected from the nearby lake. He grinned proudly at its flawless shine and the smoothness of its now completed surface. Another beast for his immortalised collection.
Quincy sighed pleasantly and slunk back into his den, a small cave located behind the mass of carved statues, and lay down on his pile of furs to rest his tired limbs. Just as he was drifting off to sleep the soft padding of paws skimmed across the rocky floor, bringing Quincy back to full alert. Looking at the entrance of the den, the sun only slightly illuminating the surface as the sun dipped into the sky, there stood a small hare. It twitched its nose cautiously, one paw placed forward in question.
He huffed, lifting his head up slowly from his bed as to not spook the creature and to get a better look at it. It was not uncommon that animals were to wander into his den, even staying the night when they have nowhere else to go. A hare, though not as common as birds or wolves, did occasionally wander too far from their hole. Slowly he moved himself over as to make room on the pelts for the small beast. It seemed to perk up, understanding its request was accepted, and hopped up into the warmth of the Viscet and the softness of the furs. Quincy, pleased that there was nothing to worry about, slowly drifted back to sleep.
As he awoke he wasn’t surprised to see the hare gone. As he exited his den, planning to collect more ice, he stumbled upon a bulb of some sort. A gift from his new friend. He smiled softly, deciding then and there that the next sculpture would be a hare.