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Meta plunged a blade of a steel knife into the thick skin of a Raindeer he had previously hunted, laying motionless against a snowdrift. The sharpness ran rigidly as he sawed through its flesh, grunting as he forced himself to continue cutting through the thickness. Occasionally, he would stop when his red stained, numb fingers hurt and draw him to his mouth, exhaling loudly to warm them with his breath, before returning to his work of cleaning his fresh kill. Here in the Valley of Heiwa, winters were often very harsh as it was in the highlands. Oftentimes, humidity from the ocean some miles away made large differences to the temperature, making them noticeably worse. Even animals well suited for wintertime would commonly hunker down. Meta was only wearing a robe, boots, mittens, and a cloak sewn for the colder seasons trailing off his shoulders, and he wished he threw on a few extra layers, maybe a hat and a scarf to accompany it. Perhaps if he saved enough of a pelt, he could make