Morning.
The cold wind of the Baihar Mountain Range howled, roaring outside the cave.
The sunlight struggled to crawl into the snow shelter, finally halting at the broad and thick wooden steps.
The newly-made wooden door stood with only its frame, passing through this rough portal led to the interior of the cave.
A faint smell of smoke lingered in the dim darkness, mixed with the earthy scent carried by tree roots, the stench of animal hides, and the body odor produced by people not bathing for a long time.
The remnants of charcoal in the stove glowed red in the darkness, and the not completely dried mud walls emitted a muddy smell.
This muddy odor was heated by the warmth inside the mud walls, spreading out, making the entire cave cozy and warm, though the air was somewhat stale, at least it didn't make people feel cramped, at least it was comfortable.
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No alarm clock, a biological clock served as an alarm.
