Duskfire Glacier honkarr

there was no room for pride, for ambition, for anything that did not feed or protect their own.
small game caches, he said, voice firm, absolute. i want them filled. the herd will keep us strong, but we cannot rely on them alone. if the hunt is poor, if the snows bury us, our people will not starve.
he looked past tuhin, to the treeline where the wind howled through the pines. their land was harsh, but it would be theirs.
rabbits. hares. ptarmigan. whatever you can catch and store. no one goes without, not under my watch.