A Jaunt In the Woods
Glade 10th, 123rd Year, A.o.S.
Though the season had finally marked the end of a continuous winter, the northern lands themselves were only steadily thawing out with hardly any sign of color returning to the hills and trees. The boreal woods throughout Karnor were often littered with evergreens, aside from those, however, many of the other trees remained dormant or even damaged from excessive ice accumulated over the year.
It was a bad omen of the times that the world was slowly recovering from, yet even so, life would always continue onward as it was known to do. Critters came out of their hiding holes in search of newfound food, predators roamed territory long since treaded in hopes that their food might've returned to the hills and meadows. Make no mistake life was returning to the world here, but, the residual Frost left behind would challenge nature in new ways yet.
Treading through the sheets of packed snow wasn't easy for Tailen, due to the fact they were on a hunt for whatever creatures they could find. It wasn't hard trying to keep warm with the fur-padded gear that both boys had on, although, it was certainly hard to keep quiet when every step they made met with a muffled crunch beneath a boot. Tailen could tell that his older brother was getting irritated by it, as sound only remained their enemy when it came to approaching animals in the vicinity.
They had already spent a day coming out to this part of the wood, and from the looks of it, they were going to head back with little in return. "Hey, brother?" The younger sibling chimed quietly as Byron slowed down in front of him, twisting his upper body so that he could look back at Tailen with a raised eyebrow. "Do you think we should just collect other resources instead? I know we were hoping to bring home game, but at this rate, I don't think we'll even find herbs or edibles to forage..."
The look in his younger brother's eyes was enough to lead Byron to quietly exhale through his nose, a faint plume of moisture that was still visible to the naked eye no less. Tailen wasn't entirely wrong though. The best they could hope for was to find berries or other local vegetation that handled the winter better, and even then, their chances remained slimmed what with the prolonged exposure throughout the year. The boys had at least a couple of days worth of rations to tide them over, but neither of them was well-versed in the art of making traps either.
"If we don't find anything soon, or can't sneak up on it without scaring it off... then yeah." It became a burning realization in his older brother's gaze, as Byron's indirect stare shifted from the ground back to his younger sibling a moment after. "Yeah, we're likely better off just to scour the place for wood. I know the village has been scraping with that for the past few months."
As Byron nodded to the notion Tailen quickly agreed, giving his older brother a soft nod and warm grin to lift their spirits. "I'm sure they'll appreciate whatever we can bring home." He enthused with soft vibrance to avoid causing too much noise in the forest, his older brother softly chuckling a bit as he turned to continue leading onward. It's been such a rough year for everyone, what with the cold and darkness haunting the village. The younger sibling thought to himself as he reflected on the difficult times behind them.
Lady Frey had lost her husband to the cold, and both her son and daughter-in-law were taken by the shadows. Not to mention Ilakai the blacksmith there, whose wife also went missing for the same reason. Old man Crokan also lost a lot of stock over the last few months of the year, so naturally, that also hit the town hard when food stock dwindled that greatly. Even the horses had unfortunately frozen to death, but that was all in part of surviving out here in the Wildking's Forge.
Even if we can't bring back food a lot of food, just keeping everyone warm with firewood is enough. He hoped with a steady march after his older brother, as Tailen treaded carefully to place his feet flat on the ice beneath him. Just a little bit longer, and hopefully, the woods will flourish with new types of flora and fauna we can look for. Nature would heal in it's own time, it had to after all, if they had any hope of surviving the harshness of the North.
It was a bad omen of the times that the world was slowly recovering from, yet even so, life would always continue onward as it was known to do. Critters came out of their hiding holes in search of newfound food, predators roamed territory long since treaded in hopes that their food might've returned to the hills and meadows. Make no mistake life was returning to the world here, but, the residual Frost left behind would challenge nature in new ways yet.
Treading through the sheets of packed snow wasn't easy for Tailen, due to the fact they were on a hunt for whatever creatures they could find. It wasn't hard trying to keep warm with the fur-padded gear that both boys had on, although, it was certainly hard to keep quiet when every step they made met with a muffled crunch beneath a boot. Tailen could tell that his older brother was getting irritated by it, as sound only remained their enemy when it came to approaching animals in the vicinity.
They had already spent a day coming out to this part of the wood, and from the looks of it, they were going to head back with little in return. "Hey, brother?" The younger sibling chimed quietly as Byron slowed down in front of him, twisting his upper body so that he could look back at Tailen with a raised eyebrow. "Do you think we should just collect other resources instead? I know we were hoping to bring home game, but at this rate, I don't think we'll even find herbs or edibles to forage..."
The look in his younger brother's eyes was enough to lead Byron to quietly exhale through his nose, a faint plume of moisture that was still visible to the naked eye no less. Tailen wasn't entirely wrong though. The best they could hope for was to find berries or other local vegetation that handled the winter better, and even then, their chances remained slimmed what with the prolonged exposure throughout the year. The boys had at least a couple of days worth of rations to tide them over, but neither of them was well-versed in the art of making traps either.
"If we don't find anything soon, or can't sneak up on it without scaring it off... then yeah." It became a burning realization in his older brother's gaze, as Byron's indirect stare shifted from the ground back to his younger sibling a moment after. "Yeah, we're likely better off just to scour the place for wood. I know the village has been scraping with that for the past few months."
As Byron nodded to the notion Tailen quickly agreed, giving his older brother a soft nod and warm grin to lift their spirits. "I'm sure they'll appreciate whatever we can bring home." He enthused with soft vibrance to avoid causing too much noise in the forest, his older brother softly chuckling a bit as he turned to continue leading onward. It's been such a rough year for everyone, what with the cold and darkness haunting the village. The younger sibling thought to himself as he reflected on the difficult times behind them.
Lady Frey had lost her husband to the cold, and both her son and daughter-in-law were taken by the shadows. Not to mention Ilakai the blacksmith there, whose wife also went missing for the same reason. Old man Crokan also lost a lot of stock over the last few months of the year, so naturally, that also hit the town hard when food stock dwindled that greatly. Even the horses had unfortunately frozen to death, but that was all in part of surviving out here in the Wildking's Forge.
Even if we can't bring back food a lot of food, just keeping everyone warm with firewood is enough. He hoped with a steady march after his older brother, as Tailen treaded carefully to place his feet flat on the ice beneath him. Just a little bit longer, and hopefully, the woods will flourish with new types of flora and fauna we can look for. Nature would heal in it's own time, it had to after all, if they had any hope of surviving the harshness of the North.
"We'll go together."