Golden Glade i'll follow you into the dark

Qvasir considered her words for a moment, his sharp gaze following hers to the greying clouds on the horizon. The promise of harsher weather made her suggestion all the more practical. Shelter would be essential.

That depends on what type you’d like, he said, his tone steady and thoughtful. I can dig underground dens—deep enough to protect from wind and snow. They’ll stay warmer, safer.

He shifted his weight slightly, glancing at the snowy ground around them as he spoke. But if the ground’s too hard, we can also build above. Use fallen branches, bark, and snow to insulate.