And when (always too close and always right behind you), you hear the wet, huffing bark of the wolf that has been following the smell of you across the ice until it could catch you in the middle of nothing, with nowhere to hide, sound is action, too. It tells you so much about this world that it could almost be its own character. Of boots crunching in snow and the harsh, rasping pop of a dying highway flare barely illuminating a dark, cold stairwell. I love the quiet of The Long Dark - the essential, soft and rounded naturalness of a world absent the things of man. Someone - either this wolf or you - is about to meet an unfortunate end in the survival simulator The Long Dark.
