Winter[Something]

He leaned his forehead against the window frame, the heat and light of the kitchen behind, the cold dusk before. He could see them through the thick mass of slowly falling snow--they didn't seem to like the sun much, but once it dipped behind Red Back Mountain they started to show themselves. Shadowy figures, about man sized, moved from tree to tree at the forest's edge. They never came any closer, unless... Well. Unless they did it when he wasn't looking. There were only three of them now. Once or twice he thought he'd seen as many as ten. He wasn't afraid of them any more. But he wasn't entirely certain whether it was because he didn't think they would hurt him or that he didn't care if they did.