She didn't know how long she would have to walk, only that this journey was to prove her ability.
Only after venturing across this snowfield would she be recognized by the wind and snow as one of their children, qualifying to leave the tribe to hunt outside.
She had been looking forward to this journey for a long time. Food was scarce in the land of ice and snow, and she seldom felt the happiness of having a full stomach; but at least she wouldn't go hungry. Ever since her father's foot was bitten off by a snow wolf, she and her mother often went hungry.
She wanted to do something for this family, but almost only men, and boys who were about to become men, could go out to hunt.
Men were strong and robust, only they could protect their lives in the snowstorm; while women were supposed to stay in the ice houses, tending the fire while waiting for their husbands to return with food.
