Midwinter truly was the most beautiful time of the year. I loved to look out over the unbroken snow and see the sparrows flicking back and forth. I loved the warmth and happiness that filled the camp during this time, how each and every person was a little more helpful, less crabby, less… time consuming. And I loved that the Own were here.
But I was always startled by how bright blood looked against the snow. How much harder it was to take a life in a time when these men should be with their families.
I knew that the revulsion and dread would come soon, but right now I was just loved that I was alive.