Moonstone Quarry The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

AW but maybe @Aneira

the scent of earth and pine filled his nostrils as he paused to mark the territory line, lifting his leg to leave his scent in the snow. his amber eyes scanned the perimeter, every crack in the earth, every rustle in the branches, his senses alert for any sign of trespass.

he adjusted the oxen hide strapped across his back, its weight a familiar comfort. the rough leather was a constant reminder of his duty, of the strength he carried, of the pack he had sworn to protect. the hide, thick and worn, was more than just armor—it was part of him now, a testament to the years of struggle and survival.