The whole family woke up in the pleasant warmth of the large earthen bed. Evan and Leo, the "smallest" members, were prioritized to share the cloud-light, fluffy feather blanket, while the others curled up in thick animal hides.
"Hey Eric, this blanket of yours is really amazing," Michael praised, his hand enjoying the feel of the soft fabric. "It's so light yet so warm, much better than a cotton blanket!"
He vividly remembered the day Eric and Max had struggled with a huge pile of chicken feathers. At the time, Michael wondered what on earth they were doing; who knew the finished product would be so wonderful.
Every year when they followed the caravan to the Red Grass tribe and saw every Ox-Head tribe family had warm cotton blankets, every Snow Wolf yearned for them. Everyone hoped the cubs in their tribe wouldn't have to huddle in the cold winter.
