Tracker dozed by by the stove, a smug smile of satisfaction on his face. He had washed Kirby's blood off in the snow, and was getting ready for a good night sleep. However, just as he was about to close his eyes, his father walked in.
Ralph: Tracker, I need to talk to you. I'm worried.
Tracker: About..?
Ralph: Kirby was found on the outskirts of Nome, we asked him who attacked him and he said...you.
Tracker: ....
Ralph: Son, what have you done?! He's dying Tracker, Kirby might not even see tomorrow.
Tracker: Good! I'm glad! He deserved what he got!
Ralph: Why did you do it?!
Tracker: It's personal...besides you'll see what I mean in nine weeks time.
Ralph(c)Universal
Tracker(c)me