Willowdean is in the warmth of her cave, dressing in furs for today she must hunt, although the blizzard is still raging across the valley. This is her domain, her wonderful valley of Natitta; her's for it is promised, but by who she was not sure anymore. Covered in warm bear pelts and fur boots, Willowdean secures the quartz knife she uses to bring down the deer. Willow hated killing to eat and in the summer she did not need to, but summer was months...