Snow's hut looked dark and abandoned as he approached, a single room shack with two windows set under a canopy of maples. Though dark and unoccupied, Snow had kept up on repairs to the place to keep it from looking run down. As he approached he saw movement in the window and heard a thump on the floor. He opened the door and stepped in to be greeted by his pet mouser. The cat was bigger than most and muscular, a fine specimen of a tomcat, grey fur giving way to white boots, tail tip, bell, and even what looked like a mustache. He scratched the kitty behind the ears before reaching for the last of his deer jerk and setting it before him. The cat eyed it and looked back up at him; he had alwas preffered live food and the fact that he wasn't tearing into it meant he had kept himself fed. Snow would probabl find a rodent carcass somewhere. "Well bud, looks like I hurried back for nothing."
He set a fire in the hearth before setting up in the comfy chair in front of it and fished out his pipe. The fires warmth was comforting, and soon Snow found himself dreaming...