Garret left the towns outer walls as the snow began to fall. 'This place will never stand a chance when they get here, the guards have become to careless.' He thought to himself as he whistled out in to the woods. A rustling came from the woods and a large Lynx came running to Garret. 'Come Serra we may not be able to stop all of them but we might be able to take care of some of those damn bears.' This is a pen and ink illustration.