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The thaw-season comes. Sheets of rain drape the landscape. Early mornings run thick with sparkling dew.
The hunter picks from the migration's trailing edge, his inclined hut thick with the smell of rendered fat and tanned hides. His face glows with satisfaction as he runs his paring knife through his latest kill.
[+7 to hunter's harvest roll]
Father and daughter join the family as they prepare for sowing, folding soft peat into their newly-apportioned fields. Their work is slow and their clothing is often stained dark by day's end, but this hardship is borne without complaint