Operation Polar Winds : Part Thirty-Seven

Winter in a realm where the warmest day was one on which you could easily die of hypothermia or lose a limb to a frostbite for a single mistake- In such a realm, the very concept of winter was synonymous with death and ruin, all of the kalt that hadn't been made into undeads in case they could be useful as living soldiers locked themselves up into their igloos, basically sealing themselves inside with reserves of food, planning on just waiting until winter ended as per usual.

With such harsh conditions rolling in every year, it was no wonder that for them to consider themselves to be lacking in food, they didn't actually need to have none, to get through winter, each and every home required a hefty stock as it was impossible to forage, hunt or fish during this period.