Jacob Russ
-Jake-
It was nearly 7:30 PM on a Tuesday night. The cold winter sky was dark and the air was crisp, a remnant of the snow that fell just an hour earlier. No one was out, especially on all of the small back roads where Jacob was keeping an eye through the wood line, in search of a deer or wolf for tonight's dinner. The dim street light to his right hardly lit the street, let alone the woods, making it difficult for Jacob to see anything. He was relying on simply the scents and sounds of the night which often led him astray to a rabbit or stray cat. Persistent on finding something before too late, he leaned against the low guard rail on the side of the road, still staring into the deep, dark woods.