Suri-Kyla.

The snow crunched under his fur wrapped boots as the young hunter made his way across the open field. Peering up towards the sky as Sininen followed from the heavens. The village was only but a few hours ahead of him, the string of rabbits hung loosely around his body along with a bundled heap of furs strapped across his back. Sighing, as he continued across the landscape carefully. 

There was quite a commotion running through the village, the winds had picked up and the barrage against the homes and shelters more apparent. Wood was gathered and food brought indoors, hides and furs in piles and bundles. Rhoana watched as her family rushed about her, organising their means of survival for the coming storm.