I haven’t written for awhile so my apologies if it’s completely hideous on the eyes, I’m considering it a stretching of my fingers and exploration of a Godly Pantheon I’m developing.

Bizarre ending, but I love the fable-like feel of it. It’s like a really old fashioned buddy movie is about to start, to put it glibly or more aptly, a tale more like Gilgamesh or Beowulf.

First sentence is a comma splice and could probably be split in two.

Nice imagery overall.

Like an old-Norse epic, as THX notes. The sort of tale that one can imagine being told round the fire with the wind howling outside, on such a night as the one described; so a nice recursive feel to it. A couple of minor tidy-ups: “long enough for the sun to rise so he [could] hunt”, and a full stop after “standing before him[.]”