October 18th, after several days of cold, it finally started snowing.
Jiang Xuan stood at the doorway, watching the snowflakes gracefully fall, yet his heart felt none of the tension from last year.
Because this year, the Vine Tribe had abundant food, there was no need to worry about the winter famine.
Tang Yuan lay in the bamboo shed, curled up into a purple ball. Upon seeing Jiang Xuan, it stretched its neck to yawn and then tucked its head into its feathers to sleep.
Birds of prey need to hunt during winter too; otherwise, they would starve since they don't hibernate.
Like the Old Witch's black giant eagle, almost every noon when the temperature is highest, it would go out for a flight to hunt those animals that also don't hibernate.
Tang Yuan is different. It is still too young, hasn't learned to fly, and relies on running with its claws. It finds it difficult to hunt in such a cold winter.
