There was a shuffling in the middle of the crowd. The unseasonal weather had unsettled everyone. This was the time of the warming, the time when the young grew strong yet the cold had returned.
“Mumma, I’m cold.”
“Hush, little one, snuggle closer. The warming will return.”
The air grew more chilled as the sky darkness grew. Since the coming of the bright light in the sky, the cold had made its way back defeating the time of warming.
One by one the sounds of the young were gone. Soon the sounds of the grown also faded. All were lost to the cold.
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