MediaKick: "As the camera pans through the trees, hovering mere inches over snow-covered branches, the cold ever presence, crows swarming in the background like vultures upon discovering their latest meal, our protagonist appears. Ratohnhaké:ton, or the more memorably named Connor, stands between the fork of a trunk, several meters above the deep snow covering the ground below. He rests casually to one side, before relinquishing control to the player who hurtles him forward. From branch to branch he fleeted, knocking patches of the snow to the floor beneath, finding the smoothest and most efficient route. Swinging from the branches above, pressing against the coarse skin of a tree to manoeuvre around it; instantly this is different."