The snowstorm intensified, howling as it battered the heavy animal-hide flap of the stone house doorway.
Jiao Yin approached, his tall frame shrouded in a frigid aura, carrying several snow deer and rock sheep frozen stiff on his shoulders.
He was surprised to find that Hua Han wasn't clinging to Bai Wanwan's side as usual, or teasing the cubs, but was instead sitting alone outside in the wind and snow.
Holding a thin Bone Needle, he was clumsily poking a small piece of animal hide.
"Why aren't you inside with Wanwan and the cubs?"
Jiao Yin set down the heavy prey. Ice Crystals rustled off him, melting into small wet patches on the ground.
He asked in a low voice as he brushed the snowflakes from his animal hide robe.
