Kez, your big brother, burst through the door, triumphantly carrying the carcass of a freshly hunted deer. He heaved it to the side, its lifeless form thudding against the floor. As the first fierce gusts of the brewing snowstorm howled outside, Kez swiftly bolted the door shut, securing the sanctuary from the encroaching tempest.

"Keep yourself inside the house and close all the windows. Another snowstorm is coming in," Kez commanded, his voice firm as he strode to the fireplace. He added wood to the dwindling flames, the fire roaring back to life. "There's still some beetroot soup left," he continued, lifting the pot with a determined grip. "We'll have that for dinner," he declared, placing the pot above the crackling fire, its warmth spreading through the room as the storm's fury intensified outside.