Blackstone Tribe, Inside the Tent.
As Orion lifted the tent flap the next morning, a blast of cold air hit him square in the face.
It had snowed.
In just one night, a half-meter thick layer of snow had blanketed the ground.
"Orion, the chieftain wants to see you in her tent!"
Not far away, James, who was clearing snow with a few other giants, called out to Orion as soon as he saw him step outside.
"Got it, James!"
Orion glanced at the snow in front of his tent. With a light stomp of his left foot, a wave of energy rippled out from beneath him, pushing all the snow away from the area.
Moments later, Orion entered his sister Clymene's tent.
"Orion, you're here. Have a seat!"
"Once the other elders arrive, we'll start the council meeting."
