The Tribe had begun to hunker down for winter.
And as the cold season deepened, the wind and snow outside grew more severe.
The howling winds moaned outside, and a Gagabeast-like heavy snow rendered it impossible to see even a meter away.
Such heavy snow persisted for a full ten days before it finally subsided, like a naughty child who had finally calmed down after throwing a tantrum.
People from the Tribe began to venture out, dressed in warm Beast Skin jackets, wielding snow shovels, starting to clear the snow as thick as an Orc's thigh from the Tribe.
Agile members of the Cat Beast Clan were tasked with removing the snow from the rooftops to prevent them from collapsing.
Some mischievous cubs, their eyes wide with excitement, took advantage of their parents' inattention. They spread their little paws and pounced into the snow down the steps.
Instead, with a "plop," they left behind a small hole flailing about, and found themselves sitting pitifully under the hole, howling.
