The sunrise ascended from the mountains in the East, illuminating the sparkling Great Deer Moss River and the expansive riverside camp. The harsh and fierce battle from two days ago, with its dark red frozen blood, was all covered by the newly fallen white snow.
Wisps of cooking smoke rose from the camp that had changed owners, where busy hunters, tribespeople, and captives could be seen everywhere. The large herd of deer surrounded the outskirts of the camp, gently bending their heads to uncover the thick snow and quietly eating the cold, moist moss as if nothing had happened.
"Ancestor! My son-in-law, the weather is growing colder, and there is more snow. Considering the current dates, the real heavy snowstorm is not far away! We don't plan to winter here and intend to take all our spoils back to a warmer mountain camp further south… at the moment, hunters are organizing supplies, dismantling tents, and preparing to lead the dog sleds, deer, tents, and captives southward…"
