Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden warmth of the eye. He harvested only what was needed, whispering a prayer of thanks to the Burya. Andi sat vigil, his amber eyes reflecting the celestial glow.
They were "Burya-Runners," hunters who lived for the storm. In their tongue, Burya was the Living Gale, a legendary blizzard said to carry the spirits of the old world. ganco_andi_burya
The journey back was a blur of exhaustion and freezing spray, but the blue light tucked inside Ganco’s coat kept him warm. When they finally descended into the valley, the storm broke, leaving behind a world draped in pristine, silent white. Ganco knelt, his breath hitching in the sudden