The vicious winter wind whipped at the figure who walked across the mountainside. It was a large man, if it was a man at all. He was wrapped in a thick mammoth-fur coat, which was now coated in a thin layer of ice. With one arm he held an adult buck over his left shoulder, and in the other hand he held a grey-blue battle axe, crafted from the bones of an ancient dragon. He trudged through the snow towards a cabin, almost buried underneath the sleet. As he approached it, he could hear a loud barking noise coming from within the cabin. He arrived at the wooden shack, and tossed the snow out of the way of the oak door so that he could open it. Inside was a roaring fire, a wooden table with a stool, a cot with fur blankets, and a very happy dog. The dog ran up to him as he walked in, nipping at the deer he held above his head.
"Not yet Barney, I have to cook it first." he said as he removed his hood. The man underneath the hood was not a man at all, but an orc, two great tusks protruding from his mouth and another thick layer of fur covering his face. He lay the deer down on the table, which buckled under its weight. "I'll be right back Barney, I'm going to check on the crops first." he said as he put his hood back up and headed out the door. He wandered over to a mound of snow where he had planted a corn seed many months back. "Still not growing, eh?" he said to himself. "I'll need to buy some more fertili-tilizer next time I go into town." He shrugged in dissapointment and went back into the cabin, where Barney was now digging into the deer. He grabbed the deer and put it in front of the fire, and looked at the dog with a stern face. "I told you, it has to be cooked first. Don't be surprised if you get a belly-hurt."
After letting the deer cook, he ripped its leg off and brought it to the table. He folded his hands and closed his eyes, and said his dinner time prayers. "Thank you deer god for giving me the deer, thank you fire god for making it warm, and thank you Barney god for giving me Barney." He then sunk his teeth into the deer and tore away at its crispy, but still very raw flesh. As he ate, he watched admiringly at his dog who was now chewing on a bone. Barney was the nickname he gave the dog back when he met him on the road. He was traveling back from the town after buying a single corn seed from a very confused farmer when he saw a shaggy little mutt running towards him. The dog stood in front of him, his tounge hanging out and his tail wagging. The orc knelt down, pet the mutt on his head and asked his what his name was. The dog replied "My name is Barbas." He didn't think anything of it at first, and the dog followed him home, but he was now starting to wonder why the dog hadn't said anything since. If it was going to be a magic dog, it should always talk, not say one thing and never speak again. Nevertheless, he found Barbas too confusing of a name, so he called it Barney, and Barney didn't say anything to protest, so he figured the dog was fine with it.
After he had eaten his fill, which was the entire deer (minus the part Barney took), the orc moved a pile of furs over to his bedside and Barney lay down in it, cozy and warm next to the fire. The orc set out his blanket on his bed, and lay down in it. After a crack, snap and a thump, the bed hit the floor, along with the orcs very heavy back. Barney didn't blink an eye, as the orc looked around at the pile of wood that was his bed. "Ugh , not again." he said. "I'll fix it in the morning." He reached over to the pup and scrathed it behnd the ears. "G'night Barney." he said as he rolled over to face the wall, fallng asleep almost instantly.
"G'night Gruickshak." Barney said, very softly.