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 ter away.
Such heavy snow persisted for a full ten days before it finally subsided, like a naughty child who had finally cald 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 mbers of the Cat Beast Clan were tasked with removing the snow from the rooftops to prevent them from collapsing.
So mischievous cubs, their eyes wide with excitent, 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.
When their father picked them up by the scruff of their neck, the little ones hung their heads sadly, the fluffy one especially, with a tail nervously tucked between its chubby legs. Their soft little ears trembled, and they stole cautious glances at their father, fearing a spanking.
But the Orcs were all busy working. After handing the naughty cub to the "sharply attentive" Amu of the cubs, they left a nonchalant silhouette behind and continued to clear the snow.
As for the pathetic screams of the little ones indoors, the stiffened bodies of the Orcs conveyed a ssage, "Take care, cub, your father is helpless."
In Eneru Forest, the Gray Bear Tribe and Dashi Tribe now led a life manifold more comfortable than before.
With ample food prepared and having bartered with the Watson Tribe for many Purple Fruits and Stinky Fruits, they could not indulge like the Watson Tribe did at every al.
But the hardworking Orcs and females made thick Purple Fruit porridge or Stinky Fruit paste in pots traded from the Watson Tribe, adding so Beast at and wild vegetables or fruits they had gathered.
Eating a bowl ward up the whole body, an incredibly comfortable feeling indeed.
Though they didn’t have cotton for making cotton clothes, they had learned from the Watson Tribe to sew clothes from Beast Skins, which was much warr and more convenient than just wrapping a piece of Beast Skin around the body.
The caves both Tribes chose for spending the winter were carefully selected and ventilated.
Previously, the tribe mbers kept warm by huddling together, but now, they had traded for many ceramic basins from the Watson Tribe.
Several tribespeople gathered around a fire basin, with cubs and females sitting towards the inner circle.
The Orcs from both Tribes felt that this winter was truly blissful.
anwhile, in Lamu Forest.
Though the Monte Tribe lacked ceramic basins and pots, they had prepared plenty of firewood.
They had dug simple fire pits in the caves for warmth, gathered around to roast at, each wearing a face beaming with joy.
And, next to Lamu Forest in the Kunteng Mountain range, it seed as if the entire season’s harshness had accumulated.
Having lost much of their food, the Nacha Tribe began raiding surrounding smaller Tribes. Although they managed to replenish so supplies, these smaller Tribes were not foolish beasts. Knowing the actions of the Nacha Tribe, they all took their food and hid.
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