The air was crisp, the ground was hardened, the grass tipped with frost. Fall had set in, and would soon be succeeded by winter. What dreadful times. A few animals dashed and ran about, most of them lay there in the cold storing energy.
Vesir held his head high. "I'm confident we'll all make it safe and sound through this winter. Only 2 of you have calves to defend, " he assured his herd, consisting of 6 female elk and 2 male, "and I'm guarding and have marked a territory containing the last remaining nutritious grass. It's gonna be tough like every winter, but we'll all get to see spring. Rest assured."