The Blight MareWinter was a time of radical changes for the tribe, in terms of the way they functioned from day to day. It wasn't enough to take the normal precautionary measures and hope that it was enough. For the beasts that thrived in the unforgiving wrath of Winter's cold, the tribe would be like a bountiful harvest if they were caught unaware. Guard duty had to be tripled, sleep was kept to the barest of minimums, and hardly any hunting parties were sent to scavenge for food. These measures were even more crucial now that their safety had been compromised from being forced to camp in a sub-par location, with Kontala's unexpected labor.
If any blessings could be counted amongst the list of hardships facing the tribe, they had already secured a sizable surplus of food over the past ye
