The long winter was about to pass, and westward tundra was about to usher in one of the few warm seasons of the year. All sorts of hibernating metamorph would wake up from their slumber, allowing the entire tundra to radiate with vitality. At the same time, it also meant that the hunting season was coming to an end. In the new age, hunting was no longer an act exclusive to humans. It was true that humans were still hunting, killing metamorph s, other races and even compatriots. However, ...