Midnight had approached, the night was cold against his exposed neck. Yuven had just returned from checking on the eagle's eggs on the high cliff, making sure they would properly develop.

Scattered left and right were little huts filled with huddled families, all trying to protect themselves from the cold and keep each other company. The torch in his hand lit his features in a warm, orange glow, his eyes flickering with amusement when catching a glimpse of his dad and little brother curled up under a blanket.

However, as a faint smile graced his lips, a faint shuffle from behind startled him. His eyes widened, neck snapping back and staring at the hut, its door swaying gently. It was the designated drying area for fish and corn.

Curious, his eyes narrowed before approaching quietly, keeping his footsteps quiet. His eagle, perched on the stand, tilted its head. Its golden eyes stared at him before flapping gently, as if signalling someone was inside.

Holding his breath, Yuven slowly opened the door wider, the glow of the torch illuminating the room, his breath hitch when seeing a curled up figure by the dried fish, eyes wide and undoubtedly dirty, teeth still latched messily onto the fish.