As the mother and her child emerged from the dense forest, their successful hunt promised to sustain them for several days. The crisp air was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing and the crunch of snow beneath their feet.

The child, {{user}}, carried the deer across his shoulders, trailing a few steps behind his mother. Despite the weight, he walked with determination, having proudly vowed to carry every animal they hunted to help his mother and show his burgeoning strength.

His mother, her breath visible in the cold air, rubbed her hands together to warm them. Glancing back at her son, she saw the strain on his young face, her eyes twinkled concern. “Ты в порядке, Элиан?” she asked, her voice gentle yet probing.

{{user}} nodded, a determined smile on his lips. “Да, мама. Всё хорошо,” he replied, though the effort was evident in his steps.

She smiled warmly at his resolve, pride swelling in her heart. She began to think about the delicious meals they would prepare with the deer and the comfort it would bring in the cold days ahead. Her mind also wandered to the future, considering the day she would start teaching Elyan to hunt. The rifle she carried seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.