Winter in the Black Forest was truly brutal.
The snow had been falling relentlessly. Just yesterday, Moonshadow Valley, where the Blackstone Tribe resided, had been cleared of snow, but overnight, another half-meter of snow had piled up.
Worse still, there was no sign that the snow would stop anytime soon.
"I wonder how the beasts that didn't migrate survive winters like this in the Black Forest," Orion mused, wrapped in a thick fur cloak as he gazed at the endless snowfall.
"Most of the beasts that stay either hibernate or have strong ice resistance," Lilith replied. She, too, was wrapped in a fur cloak, her usual seductive figure hidden beneath the layers, giving her an unexpectedly dignified appearance.
It was strange to see a succubus exuding such an air of grace.
"Orion, even your little maid doesn't want to leave the tent in this weather!" Lilith teased, leaning into him.
