Brims Bane, Brims Bane

Under the full moon's gaze, the beast hunts its prey. Winter has come to Lake Marryat and the forests on its shores. Samomsyl Holgata toils in a small printshop under the watchful eye of a bitter old man and his burly assistant, yearning for the day he can run the printing press. Sam trudges through bleak mundanity-pining after the local stable girl, isolated from his estranged mother and uncle, not a friend in sight. Desperate for change, for courage, for anything, Sam waits to be given a chance to prove himself worthy of printing books. When the parchment runs low, Sam is tasked with securing more from a nearby town-despite the warnings of an impending blizzard. Through forest and snow, he journeys into the darkness. The storm strikes, forcing the young apprentice to seek shelter. With death creeping into the threshold he would make his grave, Sam shudders at the winter's embrace. Then it came. Growling, scratching, gnawing. In the blizzard's shadows, it's there-stalking, biting, gnashing. With infernal claw and fang, with blood-soaked fur, the ravenous wolf arrives.