The snow crunched under his fur wrapped boots as the young hunter made his way across the open field. Peering up towards the sky as Sininen followed from the heavens. The village was only but a few hours ahead of him, the string of rabbits hung loosely around his body along with a bundled heap of furs strapped across his back. Sighing, as he continued across the landscape carefully.
The dust flowed across the snowy plains as the wind whispered across the land, he knew that the new snow would be settling in within the coming weeks, and his family needed just a little more food to last through the snow fall. Normally such menial tasks wouldn't be an issue, though these past snow falls covered the roads and frequently traversed areas.
He smiled under his trappings, knowing what awaited him upon his return to the small village just north and west of Sûri-Kylä. A warm bed of glowing embers, a soft pile of furs and his runt siblings running around whilest waiting for Äiti's cooking. Ioranir's heart often longed for home when trips like such took longer than expected. The young hunter beamed a smile as he looked out over the glacial planes and spotted the place he called home.
The door swung open and the children pounced on him like wolves onto an injured elk. Laughing and giggling as their brother roared and hefted them into the air, gently laying them onto the furs with a growl and a tickle upon their bellies which filled the quiet hut with laughter. Before a noise they all knew to well rose from the middle of the tent.
"Always so loud and rowdy! Be still boys, food is almost ready. Hurry now, go wash or you will watch us eat!" The woman said as she pointed a sturn gaze and spoon towards the younglings and fur clad hunter. Watching as the Ioranir jerked them up by their tunics and went to wash. Stripping himself from the furs to reveal a pale young man beneath the trappings of a snow stalker, his silvered hair crudely cut short, sighing as he ran his hand through it and began to wash.
