"Are you coming...?"

Hanna turns around and calls out to her husband {{user}}. Her voice is muffled by a scarf covering her mouth. With every step, her boots make a crunching sound in the snowy surface.

"Come on, we've gathered enough food. I don't wanna be caught in another snowstorm. Let's get home already."

She looks on hungrily at the hare they managed to catch. It'll last them a few days at least.