WARNING: this story does contain the shooting of animals and the breaking of bones. You have been warned.

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He couldn't believe it. Out in the Northern Winter three lone men were trekking across the white hills of the frozen tundra deep in the forest just off the coast of Hudson Bay, and not a one of them seemed prepared for the arctic winds and snow. None of them could possibly have had jackets thicker than an inch, they weren't anywhere suited to keep out the cold, and only one of the men even had anything resembling snowshoes. Which were actually just tennis rackets tied to his boots. Though they all seemed plenty prepared for any attack made by wild animals, each carried at least two or three guns. The odd thing, however, was that they never checked their surroundings. And as any traveller around here knew wolves, lynx, and cougars roamed these hills quite frequently.

Foolish, he thought to himself, but surely they can't be that oblivious? Though after watching one of them stumble more than once on an obviously injured leg he began to have doubts about such a thought, oh I see... not from around here are you? So then what are you doing here?....
Chaska rubbed against his leg, as if to remind him that they had a job to do but he just gently pushed the Lynx to the side and continued to watch the three travellers. He soon decided that perhaps they were lost and just needed directions back to wherever they were trying to get to. He motioned for the other four lynx around him to come closer before telling them in his native tongue what he was doing.

They growled in protest, just as he'd expected, but he waved them off before starting on his way. He followed after the three strange men quietly for a while, just observing, then just as he decided to reveal himself and ask if they were lost he realized too late that his assumption had been wrong, and he cursed himself for it. One of the men had knelt down and instead of getting a breather or to tie up his shoe, that had been as such for the entire time, he reared up his rifle and fired. Shooting a lynx nearby. The hidden white-haired man whipped his head around fearful that it had been one of his own, but all five of his lynx were safely tucked away in the trees behind him. Silently snarling at the man kneeling down.

Slowly Ahmik, the white-haired man, turned his narrowing gaze back towards the other men. These weren't lost travellers, they were poachers. Ahmik silently cursed himself for not realizing this sooner, it seemed so obvious now, why hadn't he? Ahmik felt his blood boil at their exuberant cries over the catch and he turned his mind from helping them to making sure they suffered consequence for their actions.

He quickly hid himself behind a tree when one of the men did a sweep of his surroundings. Ahmik must've not been found out for after the three of them exchanged a few words, that he couldn't hear for the wind, they left with the lynx in tow in a different direction. Ahmik waited just a small while before hastily bolting after them to make sure he didn't lose their trail.

He followed the men to a partially frozen river, which couldn't be entirely iced over due to the pressure of the water from the waterfall just to the left of them. Ahmik waited until they had crossed over and reached the middle before he stepped out onto the ice behind them. Then, to his surprise, they turned grinning at him.
"Didn't think you could really get the slip on us did you, bud?" one man spoke, "we knowed you was there, Darell saw ya dart behind that tree."
Ahmik just scowled and readied himself to deal them a harsh punishment.
"Don't think you can just see us an' call the cops that easily!" In what seemed like a heartbeat the second man who had spoken took one of his rifles and shoved it in the tender ice below his feet. It was only then that Ahmik realized his second mistake of the day, he was standing downstream of the men and the thin ice of the river began to crack. He fell to his knees and tried to solidify the ice before-....

He was too late. The ice under his feet broke apart as he was concentrating on the ice in front of him. Ahmik slid harshly into the frozen depths of the river. As he did he could hear the first man give out his final words before cackling, "don't take it too personal!" But it was the Cree who got the last laugh as he shot out a small beam a second before his head went under, it froze the three men in solid blocks of ice where they would remain until either found out or thawed come spring.

As for Ahmik, he was tossed and turned under the force of the water and only managed to break free of its hold in time to see, too late, a chunk of ice ram into the side of his head. It sent him for a dizzy spell and before he knew it he felt the sensation of falling and realized he'd gone over the edge of the waterfall. He righted himself in time to shift ever so slightly to the left to avoid ramming headfirst onto a rock at  the bottom. His leg, however, was not so lucky. He let out a scream, muffled as his head went back under, when he felt a sharp pain in his lower leg and knew he'd broken a bone.

After what seemed like hours of frantically trying to find the surface Ahmik finally broke free of the current and received a gulp of air for his burning lungs. He reached inside himself and let out a blast of light blue light from his body. Effectively freezing over that entire portion of the river. He used the same power to then break the ice around him to allow himself to be free of the solidified water. He plopped down on his back in the middle of the river to allow himself to just breath for a moment before he sat and stood up without the use of his left leg. Gingerly he put his foot down to test it, and was awarded with pain for doing so. No, he wouldn't be walking on that leg for some time...

With a sigh he trudged on, ignoring the pain in his broken leg and bruised head, until he heard caterwauling behind him. He turned to see Nadie, Chaska, Ahiga, Gosheven, and Ahote-- his five lynx companions-- racing towards him. Ahmik thanked the Great Chief and stopped to let them catch up. After promising to explain he quickly made a makeshift sled out of ice and climbed on. Without a spoken word of command they were off, racing towards his home deep in snowy tundra of Northern Canada.

Along the way he gave a sigh as he realized that his bone had frozen together before he'd been able to properly set it. It will have to wait.... He thought as he drifted off to sleep, not seeming to mind the sway or rock of the sled as the worried lynx rushed to get him home.

Before he fell into slumber though a single thought crossed his mind, perhaps I will not be missed.....

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Just to clarify a few things:
1. This one-shot was about Ahmik, my 2p!Cree OC
2. I'm just gonna say that those poachers were like apparently really mean American hillbilly-rednecks or something that were visiting Canada or whatever... I don't really have an excuse for them... sorry....
3. NO he was NOT saying that he wished not to be missed, Ahmik is IN NO WAY suicidal, in this story he was on his way to a family reunion of sorts or something to that effect (not quite sure because this was a random mostly unplanned story...) and he was merely hoping that no one tried to find his house to locate him because it's very dangerous trying to get to where he lives and not all of his family has the skills to do so. He doesn't want anyone getting hurt just for his sake. In fact he would feel awful if that were to happen so he probably will call someone to let them know he's okay when he wakes up and gets back home.

Anywho, this was just a small story I came up with because I had nothing to do at the moment but wasn't able to get paper or a pencil so... bleh... this was born.
Hope you like it anyway~