"Hey god! Stop this!"A man shouted at the top of his lungs.But the relentless wind had no will to stop and had continued for hours carrying fresh powder to deposit above already foot high snow. The hunter shouted again for help but his voice couldn't be heard even by the trees nearby amid of the cold howling wind.
He had never lost a track of a moose in the woods but his own track have deluded him now. Every step was depleting the hunter's already low strength but he had no choice to outpace the wind hitting in his face.
A tiny warm light flashes before his eye. A hut was covered a whole in snow but light was leaking through windows from the spot where snow had melted. Hunter ran towards it thanking god from heart.