Lin Yu'an finished processing the snowshoe rabbit, carefully rolling up the complete pelt he'd skinned off, tying it with a fine string, intending to use it for making warmer gloves or boot liners.
The rabbit meat was cut into small pieces suitable for cooking and preservation and placed inside the snow well fridge.
The sky was no longer the previous somber hue but had turned into a nearly ink-black lead gray, so heavy that it seemed the dome of the sky was pressing down inch by inch towards the ground.
What were just small snow particles in the morning had by now transformed into dense, thick snowflakes.
The increasingly violent north wind, no longer slanting as before, crashed into Lin Yu'an's windproof clothing like white sharp arrows, making a "swoosh" sound as they rubbed against it.
An encroaching blizzard that had been brewing for a long time was announcing its domination over this land, and the whole world was beginning to be engulfed in a swirl of white chaos.
