The cold ever-winter winds blew, the aged huntsman was closed in one of his camps, this place was formed from aged wood, bitten by the frost and hardened it remained on the outskirts of the forests, with its lesser protection from the wind the ice and snow regularly froze the wood. It at least prevented its decay slightly and with care of tending to it once you passed through and making repairs it allowed one to make some sort of a makeshift shelter to stay in over the dark hours.
It was rather useful for setting up traps and allowed one the next day to head directly into the forest to hunt, it was more of an outpost that anyway, the hunter sat round a small crackling fire that’s sound would mostly be suffocated from the wind, though he tried his best to prevent much light leaking out it was likely some did anyway.
A number of sets of gloves were before his feet and in his red raw hands was a piece of jerky, the temperature was always low in this place though it was survivable if you were careful, humans weren’t as hardy as this lands natives and had to rely on their own ability rather than natural ability.
A little wolf rabbit was curled up in a sheltered corner this was the huntsmans minion of sorts, it more of stalked him across the landscape and scavenged on his food, though at least it didn’t scavenge on his winter grain mault, though he only cultivated the beverage in certain areas it did have a bit of a ting to it with the mixture of grains and other flora giving it a rather unique taste to that of Animal Blood, Water and other beverages you could acquire but then what you made yourself always tasted better.
The huntsman would sleep soon though it was nice to once in a while savour a drink.
It was rather useful for setting up traps and allowed one the next day to head directly into the forest to hunt, it was more of an outpost that anyway, the hunter sat round a small crackling fire that’s sound would mostly be suffocated from the wind, though he tried his best to prevent much light leaking out it was likely some did anyway.
A number of sets of gloves were before his feet and in his red raw hands was a piece of jerky, the temperature was always low in this place though it was survivable if you were careful, humans weren’t as hardy as this lands natives and had to rely on their own ability rather than natural ability.
A little wolf rabbit was curled up in a sheltered corner this was the huntsmans minion of sorts, it more of stalked him across the landscape and scavenged on his food, though at least it didn’t scavenge on his winter grain mault, though he only cultivated the beverage in certain areas it did have a bit of a ting to it with the mixture of grains and other flora giving it a rather unique taste to that of Animal Blood, Water and other beverages you could acquire but then what you made yourself always tasted better.
The huntsman would sleep soon though it was nice to once in a while savour a drink.