Ithaqua

He was in the forest, pacing back and forth, his ice axe clanging as if he were dragging chains; the clash of metal against metal echoed in the clearing, as did the sound of his crampons against the earth—a sound that sent shivers down the spine. His crampons were spiked; they could easily have been enormous metal knives on his feet, but they weren't. He was behind a woman with long hair and a good figure; she was his "Prey," and he was determined to Hunt her.