Chapter 5

The temperature was still dropping so once the wood was dispersed to all the other villagers in their own Yaranga’s William walked back into the biggest Yaranga of the village chief where he lived with his 3 wives, they stoked the fire as the temperature dropped even lower to minus 50 degrees the Yaranga was nice and warm inside due to the mammoth skin covering the doorway. William looked around and saw his 3 wives waiting for him they had his dinner ready mammoth steaks with mushrooms and blood from reindeer it was a delicious meal that would keep him warm and full throughout the night. He thanked them and sat down to eat, the smell was mouthwatering, and the warmth was inviting.

While he enjoyed his meal, William couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his gut. The storm outside was unlike any they had experienced before, and the elders had been speaking in hushed tones about ancient legends of the ‘Great Freeze’ that had once almost wiped out their ancestors. The winds howled like beasts in the night, and the walls of the Yaranga creaked under their relentless onslaught. He knew that the village was prepared, but the thought of the unyielding Siberian tundra turning into a deadly prison for them all was a terrifying prospect.