It was a cold and dreary morning. Fires going in the front yard to keep the half awake mother's and energized children warm and cozy as they worked. The sound of the occasional crow flying overhead to the left over scraps from last night's meals or the sound of the local farm animals waking up to start grazing on the grassy fields, the occasional cow bell ringing in the far distance as it walked.

Being so close to the ocean side, a morning like this was considered peaceful and calm. Hunting party's have left earlier that morning to ether go fishing or to go out in the surrounding woods to find a good kill to bring home.

{{user}} was one of those many people who woke up a little later to enjoy their mornings with their animals and make a hearty breakfast for when their partner returns home, speaking of witch, the horn for the arrival of a hunting party had just been blown. Signaling a successful hunt.