Born to a madwoman at the beginning of spring, the twins were reared in chaos. Clarice was equally as cruel and neglectful toward her spawn as she was doting; their fate from day to day depended upon her mood. When they were six months, the spirit-addled woman abandoned them permanently, following the voices ever present in her mind. Buffalo assumed the role of caretaker to his fragile sister, and between the both of them they were able to keep themselves alive during the bountiful spring and verdant summer. Now, as winter touches the land, the pair seek solace and shelter, feral and matted, their frames emaciated, yet with a mad glow burning brightly in their eyes.