The wind picked up. His hair moved a little bit, not that much. He was save in the cave.
Don't know for how long. He sat on the cold floor, hugging his knees. The stone was hard and it was cold. He breathed out and some ice crystals manifested on his skin. The young man looked up, one of his elders was writing their song on the wall. It looked like he was finishing it.
"You told me it wouldn't be finished as long as we are alive, Snow...", he said.
Snow turned around. "Cedar... after this hunt we are dead. You know it." His voice was calm. No sign of fear.
Cedar though, Cedar was terrified. He doesn't want to die.
From outside he heard screaming. He didn't hear it the last few minutes. He completely blacked out.
The wind was turning into a thunderstorm.
It was raining. The screams were getting less.
"I don't want to die, Snow."
Snow turned around.
He just finished the last verse.
Snow wanted to say something when a figure appeared in the entrance.
Cedar put his head down on his knees. Not listening. He did not want to see anything
Nothing.
He accepted his fate.
The minutes passed by, felt like hours. He heard fighting noises and ice.
He opened one eye, he only heard a voice calling him. The sound wasn't clear.
The intruder was dead.
The entrance was free. His ear was peeping, but he could make up the elders words.
"Run. You need to live. Live for our legacy."
Snow was bleeding. It was too late to say anything.
Cedar ran. The young Man ran through the rain.
Hoping no one saw him. The ice crystals on his skin falling off slowly.
He was crying. He was definitely crying. All other senses set to running.
Every footstep hurt. His tribe was destroyed. He's the last one alive.
He needs to survive. He just has too.